THOSE WHO SUFFER LOVE
Wow.
Moment of remarkably low self worth.
I'm really tired of people buying me clothes that are shaped like garbage bags.
I am not shaped like a garbage bag.
But, man.
Sometimes the mirror is way too much for me to handle.
And I'm sick like fuck...Nevermind, that didn't make any sense.
I'm still, ill- let's put it that way.
But - as experirnce has proved- music heals all wounds- emotionally, and mentally.
Thus far, it has yet to make me actually physically better.....
But the year is hardly over and I still have hope.
Today= Misfits.
Yes. They make me happy inside- in a sick kind of way....Nevermind...Again.
He's a god, I swear. Danzig. He is one of the few who, in my book, can do absolutely no wrong.
I'm babbling.
But, hey, at least it's not about A.F.- No. RESIST. I caught myself, see?
Anyway. Today was boring as hell.
And it's fucking hot. This doesn't work for me. I was meant to live at a constant 70 degrees.
No quotes. Maybe I'll edit one in later.