If you touch it, it's cold. If you drop it. it breaks.

Sip..glassjaw

The inevitable end of summer (insert endless summer joke here, i'm to tired right now).Half of it I've been either drunk or on another state of altered concience. I've had fun and all but after a while you gotta ask yourself "what the fuck am I hiding from?". I ve been trying to swallow my own bullshit for a while now. "Im a free spirit, i dont need nobody, music is my whore". Maybe all of that is true, but I still feel lonley.

Makes me wonder...why cant i just be myself, and be by myself? why must the tv always be on? Why do i always have to be drinkin or smoking or drinkin cofee or doing other stuff to alter my state of mind. Kinda makes me wanna throw up a little oh, no wait, thats cause of other stuff (booze). I'm actually kinda proud of myself destructive behavior, i have to. I guess im just another loud mother fucker that doesnt really have anything to say... so....fuck....(yeah this is the part where i randomly swear).

I'm listening to last days of april right now, i guess its the perfect soundtrack. I dont even know what im writing any more, i guess im just bored..no one reads this anymore anyway. everybodys into myspace now, no one gives a shit about blogs...i was like that for a while...then i smacked myself over the head with a lead pipe and reminded myself i have an IQ..oh wait,nope...not anymore.

Fuck...

This is the most i've written in months...to bad it's all incohesive bullshit...and stupid. Can you feel it? Actually getting stupider as you read this?? well i can feel it while i write it....

I guess I just dont give a fuck anymore...and i used to be such a go getter too, all wide eyed and hopefull...trying to impress, i gues at this age you've got all your friends won over..honest, i dont give a fuck anymore... a friend of mine was telling me how she missed the old days with her friends and what not... i guess its all part of maturing... truth is i miss it to...guess i just let go, still cant decide if thats good or bad. But i love my friends. honest, i really do. Guess i would be really messed up if i didn't.

I could write some more bullshit..but i'd be swore tomorrow, so i'm gonna sleep now...

who know maybe i'm the next hemmingway....

fuck...

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She said i grew up well, well/But i've been tired for days and days

Ok, que puedo decir aparte de lo siento??? Que no me han extraniado? Que no hay nadie que lo lea como para decir que alguien lo extranio??? Les puedo decir de alguien que si lo extranio, se llama David. No he escrito por que ultimamente tengo todo el rollo de la banda y eso y ahi es donde han caido los ultimos estruendos emocionales (en las letras, para aquellos deficientes de neuronas).

Ha pasado tantas cosas en estos ultimos meses. Me encontrado con decepciones, alegrias,mas decepciones, gente angustiada y gente con pesimo gusto musical. Lo que me da risa es que casualmente siempre me los encuentro frente al espejo.

Cumpli años, supuestamente madure. Creo que solo me volvi mas un niño. Ahora tengo mas miedos que antes. Ok tal vez pueda hacer mejor las sumas (apenitas), puedo tener dinero en la mano sin gastarlo en la primera pendejada que pasa (apenitas) y puedo controlar mis emociones (oh por dios a quien engaño con esa ultima? ja).

Estoy leyendo ahora..si...libros...gruesos. Perdi esa costumbre con la pubertad.Vi a mis idolos en conciertos este verano, gente que me defino en mis años transitorios secundaria-prepa. (eso me lleva a otra cosa, por que es tan facil tener tan malos gustos musicales??? Es en serio cada dia conozco a alguien que me dice cada estupidez....bueno eso va afuera del punto, "jack johnson es el mejor cantoautor que hay" morra mejor quedate con lo que sabes hacer, usar hoodies abercrombie y vomitar)
Ya perdi mi idea romantica de lo que era el amor y la vida en pareja. Creo que tienes solo una cantidad de veces en las que te puedes caer hasta que dices por aqui no es.






Igual y si estoy madurando...



PS-this is what the alphabet would look like if ther where no "q" or "r"



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