.gnashville.: wolves in sheeps clothing →
gnashville: It is truly an unfortunate fact that much of our beloved music scene is dying thanks to major record labels, promoters, and the corporate media. Its a shame that creativity and the real love of music only counts for so much anymore. Record labels are changing the sound of bands with the intention…
Going to All-Virginia Chorus tomorrow
in Virginia Beach for three days. It will be really nice to sing with people who are not musically retarded, for once. And going with one of my best friends will make it even better. Only downside is missing O’Brother, Vessel and And I, You tomorrow night. I know my friends will play greatly.
if vegetable-oil came from vegetables, and...
shannzluh: stephannie483: where did baby-oil come from? loll HAHAH
Anonymous asked: Your an asshole.
All I want to do is say everything that is on my...
But there are always too many consequences. I’ll get punched, I’ll start another argument, I’ll get carried away, I’ll seem weird, the list goes on. I’m too much of an extrovert. I’m too much. I might explode. I need a journal or something… or just somebody who is willing to listen.
to be remembered as more than some boy, or some guy, or some dude. I want to have a significant place in people’s minds. I hope people think about me. I hope I am worth it. My biggest fear is leaving the world without having changed somebody’s life.
In case I need to clarify,
I am not, nor have I ever been, Straight Edge. I feel like people think I am. Thank you.
to be thankful for the things that mean a lot to you. Everything can change at any moment. I learned that.
It's safe to say
that I honestly hate myself.
What a great day.
I may be losing the only thing that keeps me happy from day to day, my job is fucking stupid now, I have a bunch of schoolwork I’m definitely not doing, and Richmond police has a report out with my name in it. Really, really great.
feeling like I’m doing something wrong.
Is it possible
to care too much for somebody? Sometimes I feel like I worry about things that don’t affect me more than the person they do affect. I guess I’m not so selfish, after all. Baby steps.