I’ve never ever been this lost. Thrown into such catastrophic turmoil. I really don’t know what to do anymore. Nth else matters anymore. Nth counts for shit. Really really truly damn lost. I just can’t wait for the weekend. Maybe some unexpected wanted change will occur. The timing couldn’t be anymore perfect. Or maybe not. I’m just feeling so screwed up yet at ease. I pray so hard that things will turn out right. I wonder what accident will befall me this weekend.
nothing else matters anymore. im at a lost for words. but i am truly grateful for where we are now. it's good. it's as good as it can get. i'd rather have smth and feel like shit than to have nothing and feel like bigger shit. so.. ya.. i ve never taken the time i spent with you for granted. i hate saying goodbye. cause once goodbye is said, it puts an end to happy times.
Underoath
The downtown fiction
Stereo skyline
i Rival
The friday night boys
The right coast
Ivory line
Asteria
Pensive
Time tells all
The chase
Tonight is goodbye
Holiday parade
Vanna
Can you keep a secret
Fight fair
School boy humour
We are the ocean
You me at six
Closure in moscow
A kidnap in colour
Mae
The record kid
Funeral For A Friend
Hawthorne heights
Matchbook romance
All time low
Chasing victory
Cry of the afflicted
Secondhand serenade
Settings
Haste the day
As i lay dying
Matchbook romance
The human abstract
Rookie of the year
Artist vs poet
Drive like carson
Shorelines end
Honor bright
Paramore
Red car wire
Phone calls from home
This time next year
The july week
Hit the lights
Crashcarburn
Making april
Ellington
Vega under fir
The wedding
A skylit drive
Senses fail
Sky eats airplane
We the kings
Versa emerge
Driver side impact
Rja
Silverstein
There for tomorrow
Our last night
Fireflight
Divided by friday
October nites
The boy and his machine
The maine
Ice nine kills
Cinematic sunrise
Cute is what we aim for
Van atta high
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