Speak up, dear
Grounded for two months. How fun.
And so much for staying sober. I snuck out last night, and got shitfaced. For me, there's a huuuuuuuge difference between getting drunk & getting shitfaced. I get really violent and mad when I'm shitfaced. And I'm pretty sure I IMed some people some fucked up shit last night. So if I was being a complete asshole last night around midnight, yeah... unintentional. I was with Ryan and all them good people smoking blunts and taking shots of jager. I was so fucked up that when I getting out of Ryan's car, I fell out and I have this fucking huge ass bruise on my leg. Yeah, so much for all of this being for God =/ I fucked up.
Passed out on the kitchen floor. I wish you'd be still. I want you lifeless just a little bit more. Drowning in the shallow water, crying out, "We've got ourselves another martyr!"
I'm trying to work that into one of my songs somehow. It's sorta about me, but I don't know. How do you kiddies think it sounds?
I feel like throwing up, and I want to go home. But I can't stand it there, so I'll just tough it out.
On better notes, Macon & I are fightless for about three weeks now? At least two. I'm really happy. She said she's going to try to make it to my show on Thursday. I think all the songs I'll be performing are about her. Ahahah, we were talking last night, and I was like, "Yeah, I wrote another song last night, and I wanna perform it Thursday. It's for you, so I'm really hoping you can go." and I just got a ":]" fksndlgnk then we sorta talked about how I used to sing her to sleep 'cause my voice is soothing. Ahaha. We're getting somewhere. :]]]
Paramore's putting in a better mooooood