-But there's evil all around in this broken-down city, it's a twenty-four hour fight-
So...I've neglected my journal a little. I thought I'd update every day, but that's obviously not going to happen. At least not until after the CSHSPE. Crispy. Hah.
It's at the end of November and I think I might die before then. Of anxiety. Or overstudying. Or anxiety caused by overstudying. Or overstudying caused by anxiety. Gahhh.
This is a cool song. I always love girl bands that I can listen to and not just think of them as 'girl bands', y'know? Novelty bands? Concrete Blonde isn't a girl band, per se, since there's two people and only one is a girl, but she's the singer and so she's the only one whose gender you can pick out. But yeah...goodband. I need to stop overthinking things.
Ooooh. I just found a thing of band-aids. Mwahaha. Four band-aids left.
Maybe when my band gets famous, that'll be my trademark. Band-aids. Like Nelly, only less painful. Not on my face. I wonder what made him decide to put the band-aid there. Pain for art? Pfft. Rap isn't art. Not new rap anyways.
I shall put the band-aids in x's on my hands. Hands don't hurt like faces when you peel band-aids off of them. Yeah, I'm a pussy. Band-aid ripping makes me cry. Deal with it.
It's at the end of November and I think I might die before then. Of anxiety. Or overstudying. Or anxiety caused by overstudying. Or overstudying caused by anxiety. Gahhh.
This is a cool song. I always love girl bands that I can listen to and not just think of them as 'girl bands', y'know? Novelty bands? Concrete Blonde isn't a girl band, per se, since there's two people and only one is a girl, but she's the singer and so she's the only one whose gender you can pick out. But yeah...goodband. I need to stop overthinking things.
Ooooh. I just found a thing of band-aids. Mwahaha. Four band-aids left.
Maybe when my band gets famous, that'll be my trademark. Band-aids. Like Nelly, only less painful. Not on my face. I wonder what made him decide to put the band-aid there. Pain for art? Pfft. Rap isn't art. Not new rap anyways.
I shall put the band-aids in x's on my hands. Hands don't hurt like faces when you peel band-aids off of them. Yeah, I'm a pussy. Band-aid ripping makes me cry. Deal with it.