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so it has been a hell of a ride that i've been through since i last put something in this. a little more bitter and brighter. i find myself missing people that should mean nothing to me but they do. there are alot of good people in my life. i give real smiles instead of the fake ones i gave for so long. its funny, its like i've regained alot of my personal things. just even listening to music that I like is great again. no one wanted to give the stuff i liked a chance so i had to bite my lip and hear their music. not mine. it shouldnt mean alot but it does to me. i dont know what to even put here.
i wrote a little zine thing called WHAT HAPPENED? a while back. it's kind of my lame attempt at preserviing and wondering just exactly what happened to US. i mean that in the sense of my friends who were my family and how it seems we all gathered close to a bomb and blew up and it seems we all landed in different spots, stood up, looked around and made new lives. im just scared to actually show people. its dedicated to that house on rachel street. its funny after everything that went wrong there i still look back on it fondly. nostalgia.
i dont know what to do with life. i'm tired.
but i still have hope.
i think i'll go take a walk and smoke a cig or two.
i wrote a little zine thing called WHAT HAPPENED? a while back. it's kind of my lame attempt at preserviing and wondering just exactly what happened to US. i mean that in the sense of my friends who were my family and how it seems we all gathered close to a bomb and blew up and it seems we all landed in different spots, stood up, looked around and made new lives. im just scared to actually show people. its dedicated to that house on rachel street. its funny after everything that went wrong there i still look back on it fondly. nostalgia.
i dont know what to do with life. i'm tired.
but i still have hope.
i think i'll go take a walk and smoke a cig or two.