This is a journal, I'm gonna' use it like one.
First off.
Wisdom teeth suck dick. My mouth hurts like a bitch. Vicodin doesn't even seem to help all that much.
I also feel like I don't have many friends, or rather...friends that I thought were really good friends, aren't that much of good friends. But I also know that's mostly if not all just my paranoia, so, whatever.
Wrote some cool lyrics for a new Architect song, that should be fun.
A really cute girl posted a facebook comment on my facebook, that's always fun.
And I miss her, and I can't get a hold of her. It's sad, because I should be over it, but I just am not. And I think my best friend is the only one who knows who and what I'm talking about, but it's nice to get it off my chest anyway.
Wisdom teeth suck dick. My mouth hurts like a bitch. Vicodin doesn't even seem to help all that much.
I also feel like I don't have many friends, or rather...friends that I thought were really good friends, aren't that much of good friends. But I also know that's mostly if not all just my paranoia, so, whatever.
Wrote some cool lyrics for a new Architect song, that should be fun.
A really cute girl posted a facebook comment on my facebook, that's always fun.
And I miss her, and I can't get a hold of her. It's sad, because I should be over it, but I just am not. And I think my best friend is the only one who knows who and what I'm talking about, but it's nice to get it off my chest anyway.