listening to: Anthem Of Our Dying Day by Story Of The Year
everything's so blurry, and everyone's so fake, and everybody's empty and everything is so messed up.
-blurry, puddle of mudd
that could be the four most angsty lines ever written. its a been a boring friday night and a boring saturday morning. its bad, this. makes me think and makes things messy.
why am i not out. everyone's busy with their lives. there's no room, no time for us to meet up for our usual activities. its sucks, alot. people just step in and out of our lives, one minute they are there. the next minute they are gone.
reminds me of what peyton drew on one tree hill.
PEOPLE ALWAYS LEAVE.
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