note to self.

staring at blank walls.
cause that's what counts.

throwing up in empty houses isn't all it's cracked up to be.

There are some people I used to consider friends, or at least an acquaintance. Now I refer to these people as better off dead. All day I deconstruct their lives to meaningless nothings and laugh at how they laugh at me. You would think they'd have a little more wit than that, but I keep forgetting they lack a sense of anything. Oh well. Some people ( Read more... )

there's no sense in me updating this thing because you could just listen to a fall out boy record and understand what i'm trying to say.

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So tired I can't think.

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bare knuckles. brick walls. concert halls. phone calls (or lack there of). backs of vans. empty beer cans. the long drive home. it's not that the world isn't listening... the world just doesn't care. hahahahahahaha.