MY LIFE

The party starts at nine p.m. at which ever house is close and vacant,
We'll call the ten friends we've got left to pretend we've got a life.
The boys are slaying shitty brews, and I've been slaying orange juice.
You know we don't got shit to do, I guess we'll stay the night, fuck.



GAME OVER GUYS.
GAME OVER.

good friends doing bad things

good friends doing bad things
kids of nothing
fuck it all
went to my secret spot tonight
it was raining
i was wet
now im not
the wonder years
the gaslight anthem
brand new
skinnylove
it makes me not want to die
thinking comes too often for me
tomorrow we write more music
show in december
more soon
its hard to be the better man
i dont want to anymore
no boxers right now
just shorts
my friends are missing
i need to start school
i need to finish school
i need a job
i need my car
i live a life of procrastination
im starting to not like you guys
understanding the ones that were close, should be dead.
friday mother of mercy and cold world
cool i guess.
saturday halloween
i dont really know
going to make something to eat
then think about this situation that needs solution
peace

sweet.

apparently, you can fail highschool for being to scene.
i did.

In place

yesterday we wrapped up recording. it sounds surprisingly good and today we have to m ix it all. L hopped on a track and killed it. Hester killed it aswell. Im excited to start at the bottom and climb. After recording, Me chez L hester pesce drove to NElly's to get good. I got a fat AXP. After we just called it a night. Halloween soon, what the fucks good.

Fuck the bitches, i have shit to live for now.
I have shit behind me pushing me forward.
Shit is now in place, replacing you.
The door has now slammed itself shut.
Im not really sure if it will be open ever again.

fuck you

i really dislike:

quickcheck car kids.
junction car kids.
fresh fitted hat blunt smokers.
burnt out hippie blunt smokers.
stereotypical cheerleading party girls.
zumies semitight pants supra shoed kanyewest wannabe black kids.
fresh ecko unltd try hard graffiti writers.
ANY HOT GIRL WHO SMOKES/DRINKS.
hitop nikes, tight pants, bright diamond patterned against all odds hoodie FYS kids.
emmure/acacia strain hardcore kids with their basketball shorts and tough attitudes.

clothes that fit you, quick to judge, hate everything, miserable kids.....oh wait..

after

not much to say.
theres some picture.
alright.

uncomfortable vs comfortable

i feel uncomfortable when you lay you're head on my shoulder.
i feel uncomfortable when you put you're arm in mine.
i feel uncomfortable when you put you're hand holds my back pocket as we walk.
i feel uncomfortable when you speak the same words when i speak them.
i feel uncomfortable when you pull my arm down.
i feel uncomfortable when you stop short while walking infront of me.
i feel uncomfortable when you look at me like that.
i feel uncomfortable when you mess with my hair.
i feel uncomfortable when you call me matty.
i feel uncomfortable when you smoke.
i feel uncomfortable when you are under the influence.
i feel uncomfortable when you tell me you love me.
i feel uncomfortable when you hug me and never let go.
i feel uncomfortable when im around you're friends.
i feel uncomfortable when im in you're head.
i feel uncomfortable when you dont know what to say.
i feel uncomfortable when i listen to some of my favorite music.
i feel uncomfortable when i am in you're neighborhood.
i feel uncomfortable when i see you're car.
i feel uncomfortable when i hear you're name.
i feel uncomfortable when i see you're picture.
i feel uncomfortable when you smile via text message.
i feel uncomfortable when you tell me you miss me.
i feel terribly uncomfortable when i am searching for you're comfort.
you're my comfort. only you. its unreal at what one person can do to you. back and forth i just feel empty, then filled with love. i never thought a person could feel like this. it doesnt register in my brain. in a matter of seconds i drop, or rise higher, all based on her actions. all these years, all that matters is her. plain and simple. thats it. no matter how down i am, the worst part is, i am alright with it. its hard to stay positive, and keep strong when i the back of you're head you ask you'reself everyday, am i in love? its such a bad feeling when the only experience with such a thing is sour. it will never leave you until you give it a fine chance. i guess that im just still waiting for that to happen. if you think anything about admitting to love, is being a pussy, then you have something terribly wrong with you. i want to turn these bad times into good so badly. i dont know what it is. if you see this, i survived playing in traffic. i think about you alot. to the normal person this entry is very stupid. to the select few who share the feeling, thanks for understanding. goodnight. i love you.