I Promise. When It Makes Me A Million, We'll Tour Europe. I Promise.
well, its 1:41...not quite two in the morning yet but i thought i'd break out of my pattern. go wild. be a teenager...yeah.
You know that feeling you get when you realise just how very very screwed you really are and you sorta start to panic but you're too tired or too lazy to really do anything about it so instead you just bitch about it and hope someone will suffer along with you?
yeah i got that.
band practice tomorrow. united nations. personally i love the name. what does anyone else think? we plan to start writing our masterpiece tomorrow. you know the drill. add to your expectations. add to your problems.
At what point do we realise that all our potential turns into nothing? i mean, we always just say, hell one day i'll be a millionaire. then we realise that we're too old, and you can't pull it off.
im only 15. i dont think that. not yet. but im scared of it. im scared of everything.
9 weeks left.
in 9 weeks the last 4 years will not matter anymore. at all. everyone will be no one. someone will be a stranger.
sometimes things make perfect sense in the morning. sometimes they make no sense and you're just tired. just human.
this is one of those times.
You know that feeling you get when you realise just how very very screwed you really are and you sorta start to panic but you're too tired or too lazy to really do anything about it so instead you just bitch about it and hope someone will suffer along with you?
yeah i got that.
band practice tomorrow. united nations. personally i love the name. what does anyone else think? we plan to start writing our masterpiece tomorrow. you know the drill. add to your expectations. add to your problems.
At what point do we realise that all our potential turns into nothing? i mean, we always just say, hell one day i'll be a millionaire. then we realise that we're too old, and you can't pull it off.
im only 15. i dont think that. not yet. but im scared of it. im scared of everything.
9 weeks left.
in 9 weeks the last 4 years will not matter anymore. at all. everyone will be no one. someone will be a stranger.
sometimes things make perfect sense in the morning. sometimes they make no sense and you're just tired. just human.
this is one of those times.