fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

Maybe someone will read it ( Read more... )

Every single part of my body aches right now.

Fuck you, heartbreak. Fuck you, life. Fuck you.

The effects that emotional distress can have on your physical well being never ceases to amaze me.

I'm in the process of re-vamping my journal. It's pretty old, but I'm going to start fresh and start posting more often.

I hate it when a piece of spinach in my salad tastes like dirt.

16 days until I'm home.

It's almost likes some force following me around making sure I have just enough tragedy and drama in my life before I move away from my family and friends for college in 9 days ( Read more... )

Today my bass teacher passed away. Fred Jerome Willrich was more than my bass teacher, he was my brother, my best friend, my shoulder to lean on, and my inspiration. He turned 25 on March 4th, and lived all 25 years so selflessly. He helped so many people, even if he didn't realize it. It was everyone's best friend when they needed one ( Read more... )