February 2012
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Music is just a bunch of complaining. I guess that’s why I fit in.
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“I was never young. This idea of fun: cars, girls, saturday night, bottle of...”
– Morrissey
I do what I love but it all just seems to be more of a joke to everyone else. Thanks “friends”.
I wish I wasn’t so damn terrified of people.
My favorite thought at the moment is that every single one of us have something quite large in common. And it’s that we’re all going to die. Some sooner than others but none of us can escape the inevitable. Kings and queens, stars and leaders, peasants and impoverished. We all have the same exact ending. No matter how different and socially segregated. Your enemies, allies, loved ones...
I am tired of reaching out to people, talking and just over all making my presence known. Farewell.
Pretty girls make graves.
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