the death of a salesman.

it was something, not much though.

it's just horrible

when you think you love something, then find out much later that you don't.

i want a big cool scar for people te be impressed by.

you're not an authority on anything. get over it.

morning after..

BULLSHIT.

it's funny how one word can be used as a descriptive for every aspect of one's life. funny.

to laugh alone again and not care. not even think about it.

watching myself the way others do, i'm that kid in high school that got nervous whenever anyone paid him any attention. and you just knew he was going to do jack shit with his life, but he knew a whole lot more about rock n' roll than anybody. except i don't know anything about rock n' roll.

sometimes i get really overwhelmed with things and i have to take a nap. then i wake up and have to deal with things again.