Tuesday, February 15, 2005
To kill a mockingbird.

My band my band my band my band.

Dreams are not equal to reality. I know that since forever yet it doesn't make sense. Are you sick of this sometimes? It's almost like a habitual rhythm. You get stressed, you think back, you get depressed and procrastinate. I can't tell you what to do anymore so don't let me feel helpless again anymore. The more I laugh at your silly mental games, the more I float in my cosmos. I blow hard and sprinkle the dust of oblivion all around just like the christmas spirit.

I feel like I'm choking. I'm suffocating, this is for real. Fucking allergy. Prawns should just die and extinct.

Is it angst or am I rather fond of Eminem lately? Lose yourself. Fuck the fucking world and its fucking games.

Fuck the person that just called. Do you know how much I detest the phone? Oh man, I hate the ache on my muscles. I hate to walk slowly and climb slowly and run slowly and jump clumsily and dance clumsily.

To my stranger friend, I'm beginning to think if you're imaginery. I'm not interested in seeing how you look like though. Just keep in contact is cool. Last person thought to be superficial. Welcome to your kingdom of lies.

Kids, can you just treasure what you have and stop screwing things up? Fine, you'll never learn if you never commit any mistakes.

Are you wise enough? Are you Atticus?

+mood+ cool
+listening+ eminem ~ mockingbird