February 2012
I don't wanna go to bed.
Screw school. Just kidding, I like learning. I just hate getting up.
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“Don’t get cancer, ever.” “I don’t think anyone’s ever cared so much.”
“For whom, for what, was that bird singing? No mate, no rival was watching it....”
– 1984
kaptainkrunchkids asked: TEXT ME BACK I NEED TO KNOW WHAT I ASKED YOU. IT IS CRUCIAL AND A LIFE OR DEATH SITUATION
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I am
I am a figment of my own self destruction. I am the ruins of my very own temple. My walls are down, but the damage is done, The weight on my shoulders has become a ton. Call me shallow, but I’m ankle deep and drowning. Spitting at my own reflection, watching the distortion of my own complexion. Am I the realist, or the optimist? Am I on my knees or my feet? The more I learn, the less I am....
Tonight ruled
The bands were awesome. Seahaven was beautiful. I wish they played more more of Ghosts, but still, I loved it. Just a great band to watch and enjoy. Handguns was beautiful. The crowd was fun and I just enjoyed myself. Except for when I lost the back of my plug and popped my shoulder out of place. I forgot how much I loved them, it made me think of last summer allll over again. Then, Man Overboard....
