| Current mood: |  cynical |
| Current music: | an evening with el diablo -- chevelle |
life. sucks.
katie has a serious problem with redundancy. she doesnt like my story because she says its redundant. she also doesnt like my story because its more depressing than her stories. biznatch.
anyways, the concert was last night. it was really bad. i was crying and no one i wanted to notice noticed. however, surprisingly, ben noticed. however, he thought i was crying because i didnt want to play. well, its the thought that counts.
anyways, then i felt better and it was pretty fun. the whole time i was trying to get up the guts to tell taylor that special little message, but i'd prolly end up embarrasing myself, and he'd think that i like him, but that might not even be a non-truth.....
ANY FRIGGIN WAYS!!!
bianka says she doesnt blame me. bianka wouldnt let me slam my head against a bible. thats when the whole evening turned around.
btw, i do not like jessica whitehead. its not like she did anything to me, i just dont like her for two reasons, both of which i'm not telling anyone.
nor am i telling anyone why i felt so down the past few days.
any-ma-whoozle.
so, um, the last non xmas song the sym 1 band played was so beautiful. coincidentally, it coincided with all my actions at that time.
i was just the dead body in the corner that everyone forgot about.
my head..its spinning........it hurts.......
die.
i.....couldnt bleed last night. i tried so hard, but i couldnt bleed.
-wish i had ur faults-
-nothing seems to faze you-
-lies your much more than just human-
they just had to play those two xmas songs, didnt they....
both were so....memory filled......goddamn you all.
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