anything dashboard confessional
i always resort to this when i feel bad..
yesterday i didn't.. guess what no journal entry..
its kinda like... how working out coralates directly with feeling good.. so i've decided i never want to do it again...
at least theres so much to say when i feel like this.... my song about this has only reaches about two pages in a word doc.. its coming.. i just have to put it together... i'm not much for playing guitar anymore either...
seems like anything(playing guitar) is something... and i'm kinda empty right now so nothing is something...
i finished harry potter...in three days. i don't have a life. i honestly had nothing better to do.
replacing nothing is so much harder than it seems... dashboard confessional.. has never sounded better
sleeping screws me over sometimes now. i used to love sleeping.. it used to be everything..
i need like fricken Pensieve or something. take out my memories from my head.
"this is where i say i've had enough..
and no one should ever feel the way that i feel
now a walking open wound.. a choking display of bruises
and i don't think i'm getting any better"
My chest with these detached strings of emptiness pounds
And its delicateness still succeeds to bring me down
When will the numbness ware away
yesterday i didn't.. guess what no journal entry..
its kinda like... how working out coralates directly with feeling good.. so i've decided i never want to do it again...
at least theres so much to say when i feel like this.... my song about this has only reaches about two pages in a word doc.. its coming.. i just have to put it together... i'm not much for playing guitar anymore either...
seems like anything(playing guitar) is something... and i'm kinda empty right now so nothing is something...
i finished harry potter...in three days. i don't have a life. i honestly had nothing better to do.
replacing nothing is so much harder than it seems... dashboard confessional.. has never sounded better
sleeping screws me over sometimes now. i used to love sleeping.. it used to be everything..
i need like fricken Pensieve or something. take out my memories from my head.
"this is where i say i've had enough..
and no one should ever feel the way that i feel
now a walking open wound.. a choking display of bruises
and i don't think i'm getting any better"
My chest with these detached strings of emptiness pounds
And its delicateness still succeeds to bring me down
When will the numbness ware away