oh ho now im reduced to quoting songs.
not that there's anything wrong. just, not really my style.
not that it makes any difference, does it?
sad photos, i know. the band was good though. really good. nvss sucks like, i dunno, a-fucking-alot in comparison.
always so many cabs when you dont need them. fucking funny the way life works. like everything is such that you regret it like hell the minute the adrenaline cools. or that you want to slap yourself in the mouth and take back the words you've spoken. or how sometimes you want to stuff yourself into a little box and Fedex yourself off to another island and not caring if you fall off the boat/plane/whatever and get lost at sea and drown and die.
or how sometimes it feels like you've been slapped so damn hard in the face.
i keep messing up, and im so tired of it, just what the hell is wrong with me? the harder i try, the more i screw things up.
it's official, im beyond useless.
if anyone has got a gun, i wasn't kidding about the early xmas gift post i wrote in dec.
im afraid to face tomorrow. i wish i could choose a moment in time, freeze it, and live in it forever.
