It's so strange wanting to call you, and having to fight the urge.

Revolution is all good when you're looking up youtube videos and listening to great music...
but when it comes down to a revolutionary idea, you can't break from the bourgeois.

I can't think of a single thing that I believe in anymore.

I'm beginning to realize that I'm the one holding the torch.

I can't stop alienating myself.

Or maybe I'm just not trying hard enough?

My temples been invaded and there's nobody guarding it ( Read more... )

Job burnt down.
Car blew up.
Unemployment check didn't arrive.

Surprising? hardly.

I can't wipe this smile off of my face.

Life is fucking silly.

How many times can I say I'm sorry before it doesn't mean anything anymore?

I'm sorry.

I trust that you've known me long enough to sift through my angry ranting and find the point I was trying to make.

I want so much for everyone to be happy all the time.

I am so happy.
I've never felt so alive.

It's nice to find a little bit of clarity every now and then ( Read more... )

I'm not about the bullshit ( Read more... )

All of them ( Read more... )