Sometimes when lying on your back, you learn to breathe again.
I know, it seems to never end.
How about that snow. Eff snow. Eff it h a r d
Yes, I said it. Hard.
Mad = we couldn't practice today as planned. We need to practice sooooooooooooo bad.
I'm gonna be the next Kurt Cobain.
I'm gonna be a suicide, a lovely tragedy.
Nothing but a weight on your shoulders.
^Something I'm working on.