So we park these cars in our parents' garage to listen to the lullaby of carbon monoxide...
God. Josh always has to come back, it's so funny. Yo, the new Thursday cd is awesome! And they are playing an acoustic show in Philly at a Tower Records. So I just need to buy the CD again to get a wristband and I'm in! Awesome shit. I love them so much, such a great band. But ya, Josh started drinking alot and cutting himself and shit. Why? Because he's sad and also mad at himself. Why, may you ask? Because of me. I'm sorry and all, and I most definitely don't want him doing that shit, but he needs to make up his mind about me. I can't play these little games anymore. I just want to be friends, but he doesn't know if he can do that. Why can't anything just be simple? Gah. Well, last night was cool. My mom let me and Josh drink and we got wasted, and everyone else (Bern, my sister, and some kid Greg) just sat there. Then he started acting like a couple again, and I was just wondering what the fuck was going on. But after we sobered up, we talked and discussed everything, and it was cool. I wanna go up to Philly today. I'm bored.