as some of you know, I certain item that is extremely precious to me was stolen a few weeks ago. My iPod is gone. And although I'm still upset at the thought of some asshole playing with it right now, I have moved on. My new iPod was ordered today. It was hard to let the old one go. With that said, I am excited about experiences I will have with my new one...and it says DRNT on the back of it. Which is kick ass as all get out.
Halloween is Saturday.
everyone check their candy for razor blades prior to consumption.
Love, Will
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Typical.
She struts up to me
She whispers my name as if I know her
But I never knew her
She asks me the time, quarter to one, we go for a drive
I just don't know her
On the coldest night
In the darkest room
I will Sleep alone
Cause it's better than you, Yeah, it's better than you.
You can't play me like that
It's a matter of fact
You're nothing more, than a typical whore
And I won't be your fool.
She whispers my name as if I know her
But I never knew her
She asks me the time, quarter to one, we go for a drive
I just don't know her
On the coldest night
In the darkest room
I will Sleep alone
Cause it's better than you, Yeah, it's better than you.
You can't play me like that
It's a matter of fact
You're nothing more, than a typical whore
And I won't be your fool.
Monday, October 5, 2009
you know what?
I hate this.
everything about it.
How I can still stand to be around you is beyond me.
hour 1: I'm fine. Nothing but happy thoughts.
hour 2: I need to talk to you. I NEED to. I can think of nothing but you
hour 3: I tail spin into depression and do nothing but walk around like a zombie. Nobody understands it. People will try to talk to me, it just goes right through my hollow head.
that's ridiculous.
completely.
fucking.
ridiculous.
I'm not sure what I did to bring this upon me
but whatever it was,
I sure as hell am suffering for it now.
I'm going to live for that one hour of happiness.
tomorrow's going to be a good day.
I swear to god.
Love, Will
everything about it.
How I can still stand to be around you is beyond me.
hour 1: I'm fine. Nothing but happy thoughts.
hour 2: I need to talk to you. I NEED to. I can think of nothing but you
hour 3: I tail spin into depression and do nothing but walk around like a zombie. Nobody understands it. People will try to talk to me, it just goes right through my hollow head.
that's ridiculous.
completely.
fucking.
ridiculous.
I'm not sure what I did to bring this upon me
but whatever it was,
I sure as hell am suffering for it now.
I'm going to live for that one hour of happiness.
tomorrow's going to be a good day.
I swear to god.
Love, Will
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