im losin my touch
this summer hasnt really felt like a summer should.
calling it a waste would be wasteful, it just wasnt up to par.
i find myself growing older and buying material things in order to be happy, and I dont mean that only in a negative way. and as i do this ~growing up~, i keep forgetting the good times and remembering all the bad. and just like always I put these feelings/memories in the back of my mind and forget like ive learned to do so well over the years.
o how i cant wait for all of it to boil over
*dance break*
sussex avenue + bloor street west
on a more of a none-emo-what-is-the-meanin-of-life note…
on friday i went to see heart and journey concert
heart should have been the opening act, end of story
fuck man they rocked!
a big hai guyz to all the (tween) hipsters in their “vintage” outfits and “ironic” haircuts attending the concert. i really hope u grow out of this phase of trying so hard to unimpress everyone because ur so fuckin kewl, cus its jus sad to witness.