Confessions
On Emma's livejournal she said that confessions are very theraputic. I've always hated telling people stuff, but I figure what invisible audience am I actually writing for? I haven't updated this thing in over a year. The last time I wrote anything it was during my eye fiasco. The things I remember most about those weeks? Seeing a nun on a moped on walnut street, watching black and white movies on IFC, crying myself to sleep every night thinking I would never see out of my left eye again, and my friends telling me that they forgot to invite me to a show at the rotunda. They didn't even know I was hurt until they called specifically to tell me that they had forgotten me. Isn't it weird how your memory only holds onto certain things? I hardly remember anything about actually being hurt, but the things surrounding my injury stand out the most.
confessions?:
I am full of self doubt about pretty much everything in life.
I think "emo" boys are adorable.
I've always wanted to be part of a "scene", but i've never been hardcore enough, or a big enough fan, or dirty enough, or smart enough, and no ones ever wanted me.
I want to go on Made.
I like J-Rock.
confessions?:
I am full of self doubt about pretty much everything in life.
I think "emo" boys are adorable.
I've always wanted to be part of a "scene", but i've never been hardcore enough, or a big enough fan, or dirty enough, or smart enough, and no ones ever wanted me.
I want to go on Made.
I like J-Rock.