I meet girl
Girl likes me
I sleep with girl
Girl won't talk to me


It was over far before it started
How quickly I can phase in and out of people's lives.


He's officially the guy with a car as his profile picture. awesome.


We were naked


Is it bad I worry that she's lying to me?
I changed my mind,
I want to play live music very badly


I don't understand
Anything anymore.

She thinks I'm so naive.


I'm so fucking itchy.
This sucks.
My sheets never lay quite the same anymore.
A brutal force that shook the entire ocean floor.


I guess I can write cool songs about you too,
That means you ARE just another statistic.
Get over yourself.
I had a dream I was murdering this girl's ex-boyfriend with a giant rock through his skull. I'm not envious, I'm not mad. I'm disappointed. She told me she wasn't just another statistic. She told me she was different, and for some reason, I believed it. I'm exaggerating, I'm freaking out. He probably slept over, They probably fell back in love. They probably argued. I probably layed in my bed with my eyes open for a few hours wondering why I even bother to ever move a muscle.

When is it my turn?


Everything might've been going good.
But then she left.
This girl is an old love
This girl is my new love.
I am comfortable with her
and I am terrified of her.


She's moving away.
She's my best friend.
She's upset.

I'm tempted to move with her.
You go through all this effort
To have me in front of your face
Just to bitch about our lives
and the pace.


I've been calling myself a writer for almost a year when just today I finished my first two short stories. Today is the most productive day in my career thus far.

What the fuck is wrong with me.


They put you in a jar.
Everything you've amounted to.
They said you'd see me get married.
But the date is so far.
RIP. Olga K. Walsh
one of my favourite people ever.
I'm wakin up at nine o clock,
to pictures in her underwear,
the boys ask me how I couldn't care,
well i couldn't care,
Cause she's not here.


She's taking her clothing off
in front of a group of my closest friends.
He's sleeping at her house,
and they're waking up to fuck
and I'm over it.
And she's just as cute as I remember...


It funny how the worst news you could possibly get makes you happy.

Maybe I'm being set free. Maybe I'm already trapped


I can't let you get away with everything can I?


One of those awkward feelings I get when no one responds to anything. I think everyone is dead.
I'm a friendly guy.

I've been forcing people to wave hello to me all day.
Why is it that I can only write clever things in the shower?
I'm devoting my entire day to writing. I have an album to write, and I need it done ASAP.

The only breaks I'm taking are to read Shoplifting at American Apparel and Blue Pills.


I'm to busy listening to other bands
To make any of my own plans

I'm to busy listening to what everyone else may say
To write anything my own way
I wonder why all of a sudden she wants to talk to me, but then again I know why
I had one of those dreams.

I hate those dreams.

I want pizza.


Every time I turn my steering wheel my horn goes off. It doesn't go off all day until I have a girl in my passenger seat. I pull the car over, pop the hood and rip the fuse out.

I'm in her house. She is cute. I am nervous.
Who is she trying to kid?
My mother yells at me for making a pizza. She tells me I should buy my own food or move out. I have a rash on my upper arm.
A few days ago i had a several hour conversation with my first girlfriend. It had been a couple years since we talked. The relationship ended the worst way I could have imagined. I realized the love I still had for her. Then I realized the hypocrite I've become telling people to get over their relationships. Now what?
You're going to find someone perfect. I'm going to keep teaching lessons.

You know what Erks me?

This girl in my Psychology Education class was telling a story of when she was in elementary school. She assumed that because she was in an inner city school that she was smart because she was white and then moved to a suburban school. This made me cringe. I only surround myself with kids who attended inner city schools and every single one of then is smarter than her.

Two years ago this month I looked exactly the same.
I had all different friends.
I had different views on the world.
I was happy.


Everyone wants to fuck Everyone i've fucked.

Does that make me a trendsetter?


She told me if I had sex with her it would be completely platonic. \

maybe for her.