I want to play a show again and be in a band and play bass and look cool on stage and know that I created something beautiful and give it to everyone to listen to and be able to look back on the other one and know that it led to something else important to me. Wahhhhh.
It should be like a skirt.
Long enough to cover the topic, but short enough to keep it interesting.
Get your shit together.
I’d rather listen to dubstep than hear anymore of your bullshit.
She asked me out for drinks tonight.
She didn’t know I was 18.
She is 25.
She said she’ll just bring drinks to my dorm next time.
uhhhhhhhhh wut? no.
She is almost 30.
A year ago tomorrow.
And yet, somehow things have gotten worse.