| Current mood: |  artistic |
| Current music: | Strapping Young Lad - Alien |
Hold on to the memories,
Good times, fuckin remember them,
cuz if they are gone, its do or die,
your life will snap, your lifes a lie,
all things are wrapped around,
suicide,
Hold on to them, and strength,
what u have inside,
push thru,
perserverence,
and the rope will untie,
and life may seem,
to open your eyes,
Im strong enough to pull thru,
Im a stone of defiance,
a martyr for this,
to hold on,
to existence,
to break thru,
the system,
to open up with all my force,
and let it out without remorse,
im fucking stronger than u think,
i built my strength from inner weaknesses,
i built my fucking being from my failures,
So yea, jus fuckin sittin here. Pretty lonely, hopin somethin cool might happen tonight...but i highly doubt it. Kinda torn about Krista. But i know what im doin is right. i know it.
Bruce was over, we fuckin jus chilled, played sum video games.
Havent really been doin a whole lot lately. Jus loungin around.
O by the way the new apt. is pretty sweet. Thank fuck something good to keep me sane. Lol. Well dun know what else to say. Stay (sic)
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