February 2012
16 posts
It's in here.
I’m not sure why i write these things anymore… i’m not even sure if I’m writing for myself… i’m just… writing…. words on paper… breaking the model that’s been placed in my head… i need… to find…. my talent again. It’s here somewhere… i know it.
Table Cloths and Scented Candles.
How is a person supposed to cope with a life where they believe they’ll never properly understand love, or all the pretty things that come along with it. It’s almost as if when i was younger, i made a conscious choice to look away from the possibility of ever letting myself truly experience what it has to offer me. I listen to love songs, i think of the freckles that line your cheeks,...
Ta - Ta - Time to get your shit together.
My greatest gift to you, is a dance floor free...
Maybe music isn't dead, maybe we all just forgot...
Just to kill you looks so right, and I am drunk...
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Writer's Aid Soundtrack. →
I'm not really sure what's going on.
I have a mirad of bills that need to be paid. I have responsibilities to my roommate, and at the same time to myself…. why am i letting everything slip away from me? I don’t even feel like i’m as smart as i once was… or maybe the overconfidence i felt in that regard has begun to slip away. Regardless… i think im in stuck in a life rut… i’ve lost confidence...
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Ipod Make-Over:
Please give me recommendations for new music. Greatly appreciated.
