That Song

Over and over again.
The fluidity.
It's ridiculous.
I miss you. Come back soon. Ok? Because you're amazing.
Chem lab. Social essay. Chem questions. Bio project/unit final. Chem quiz.I hate everyone today. Everyone.
Except Pete Wentz, and Patrick, and Blink (the 182 is insignificant, we just pulled it out of our asses) and your favourite song on the album. It's mine to. :D

“'Gay' is not another word for 'shitty;' if you want to call the band shitty, then say they're shitty. Don't call them gay, because GAY is NOT another word for shitty..... you homophobic assholes.”
pete wentz is todays hero

“Mark is ugly, Travis is ugly, I have no friends. I'm pretty much the only cool guy in the band."

“Some people think we're idiots or perverts. Don't argue people, we are both.”

“Remember 2 eat , sleep, blink."

“My name's Mark, I ride a scooter. I'm badass."

“You know what it is? Alot of these people are just now jumping on the 'we hate Tom' band waggon. I've been hating Tom since like 1995, I'm oldschool hatin' Tom!”

“Everyone call Tom a F*ck Head!

“I once tried to start a nudist colony in our bus, and it pretty much ended up as just me hanging around naked.”

“When you go from selling no records to selling lots of them, you have to wonder - did your mom buy them all? Are they just sitting in your garage?”

“I came up with a little formula. If you write songs about girls, you get more girls at a show. We write A LOT of songs about girls.”

"I remember once imagining what my life would be like, what I'd be like. I pictured having all these qualities, strong positive qualities that people could pick up on from across the room. But as time passed, few ever became any qualities that I actually had. And all the possibilities I faced and the sorts of people I could be, all of them got reduced every year to fewer and fewer. Until finally they got reduced to one, to who I am. And that's who I am, the weather man."

"People don't throw things at me anymore. Maybe because I carry a bow around."

That one right there helped me through a lot of days. It sounds funny. But it's not. It's a bad day. Nothings original. Art will never be the same. I wish stuff meant something. But it doesn't. The dark thoughts aren't leaving yet. I don't know what brought them on. They've never been so permanent. It's scary. Whatever. Not like it matters. But isn't that the thought? Oh god, there it was again. That thought. Thought. THought. THinking. This. Is. How. You. Chose. To. Sell. Your. Soul.

Love,
This is getting old.