Fight. Today. Told her I'm not going. She brought up going to see the school. Dad sided with me for I got him Aerosmith tickets. Seeing happiness like that is strange. How easily the voice changes at true delight. It's nice to see that.
Invited. Thought about it. Realized it might not be safe. Still debating it. I'm not drinking. That needs to be said. I'm keeping. This one thing. You should try this new thing. Called living.
Noticed. Just today. Cause she's good like that.
Library.
Need to write learners test.
Productive in spare today. Worked on some social, some Chem, then I decided to clean up and take a screwdriver to the door. All in a days work. Probably going to trombone thing tomorrow, unless I get the cleaning bug again. The green room is sooo gross, my goal is to clean it up and organize it for it's driving me insane.
Aren't they on Warped list? I can't recall.
I realized I could go to Banff today. I don't really like that situation.
I just felt really bored today like I learned nothing. Maybe I'll cook tonight. Maybe. It is Friday tomorrow after all...
Synchro show tomorrow! I'm so EXCITED! I haven't seen you in forever. Crap what should I wear? ARG! So it'll be sweet just chilling out with Carol tomorrow.
Right... MBF where's the flower?
Did I say something? Maybe... Somewhere... Something meant something... Maybe these words are just words. Just letters. Little ink symbols. Little pieces of imagination a person one day thought should represent something. Representation. Anger. Frustration. love. Fear. Courage. Laughter. Happiness. Rock and Roll.
And this guy...
http://www.myspace.com/mattlindstromsmusic
There was a point to this. There were bottled up words I needed to express. But the ink fell short. Just like the symbols. All to like the letters. Therefore; words were left uncreated. The sentiment disappeared. Then you were just the last one off. Till I kill you. Then it's just me. You don't need to be silent to feel invisible. Being that causes more attention. I know how to sell a song. Which one to pick. So don't tell me I fucking need this. I'm better than these words. I'm better off without these actions. I need to run. Saturday morning. If I would just give you the time. Not like it'd matter. I'm in a funk. The photos. The talking. The spiraling of love. Watching you drown. Watching them all drown. Watching them getting plucked off one by one... Something influential. Something not. Something we learned long ago. But forgot.
Live. Laugh. Goodbye. Peace. Love.
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