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I've barely moved from either the couch or the bed in the last few days. I'm hardly the *most* active person around but I guess I've been fairly busy. Thursday and Friday in particular.
Thursday I had a meeting with the council about putting on shows for them. Our initial asking price was tripled and yet, the lady thought that we were giving them a very good deal. From there we (my friend Sam and I - Humble Pine Productions) designed a poster for Friday's show, before meeting with the School of Creative Arts about running their end of year "party" of sorts. Also on that particular agenda was discussing the logistics of Brisbane's Dick Desert playing up here. I went home for half an hour and then left for work, and was there until 11:30 thanks to my offsider being extremely incapable of simple tasks such as... counting.. somewhat of a staple skill in a retail environment. Work is very frustrating lately.
This was especially annoying because I had to work again at 9am the next morning, but not before editing the poster due to a band from Cairns, the Medics, dropping out due to being double-booked for a show in Brisbane or Sydney I believe. I went straight from work to the venue and sound-checked the Short List before going home for some food and going back to run the show while Sam took care of the door. It was pretty successful considering it was in a derelict building in a small concrete room. We had probably 100 people there meandering around in the halls of the Art Space and checking out the gallery. By the end of the night I had the sound right.. difficult when I couldn't actually access the desk thanks to it being on a table in the corner behind the band.
Saturday was a rest day for me, but I had engagements at night time: a birthday party which included roller-skating, a gig to attend to see Dead Letter Circus, and then a night drinking away my rent money. It had been a long time since I'd had a night to myself to go out.
Sunday we had another show. I was particularly haggard after the night before and sent a couple of text messages I shouldn't have on the walk home. As you do. So I walked to McDonalds after sleeping through the first call to go and sound check at mARTas Gallery. It was a pretty nice gig. We had a girl come up from Mackay, named Courtney Young, who has a lovely voice.
Since 6pm on Sunday I've been lying around doing nothing. Apart from yesterday when I went to the movies and to the beach. I go back to work tomorrow night and then I'm busy again until.. forever. I have either uni or work or gigs constantly because if I don't go to work whenever I'm free, I die. I am dying financially right now. Soon.. Humble Pine will make money.
Thursday I had a meeting with the council about putting on shows for them. Our initial asking price was tripled and yet, the lady thought that we were giving them a very good deal. From there we (my friend Sam and I - Humble Pine Productions) designed a poster for Friday's show, before meeting with the School of Creative Arts about running their end of year "party" of sorts. Also on that particular agenda was discussing the logistics of Brisbane's Dick Desert playing up here. I went home for half an hour and then left for work, and was there until 11:30 thanks to my offsider being extremely incapable of simple tasks such as... counting.. somewhat of a staple skill in a retail environment. Work is very frustrating lately.
This was especially annoying because I had to work again at 9am the next morning, but not before editing the poster due to a band from Cairns, the Medics, dropping out due to being double-booked for a show in Brisbane or Sydney I believe. I went straight from work to the venue and sound-checked the Short List before going home for some food and going back to run the show while Sam took care of the door. It was pretty successful considering it was in a derelict building in a small concrete room. We had probably 100 people there meandering around in the halls of the Art Space and checking out the gallery. By the end of the night I had the sound right.. difficult when I couldn't actually access the desk thanks to it being on a table in the corner behind the band.
Saturday was a rest day for me, but I had engagements at night time: a birthday party which included roller-skating, a gig to attend to see Dead Letter Circus, and then a night drinking away my rent money. It had been a long time since I'd had a night to myself to go out.
Sunday we had another show. I was particularly haggard after the night before and sent a couple of text messages I shouldn't have on the walk home. As you do. So I walked to McDonalds after sleeping through the first call to go and sound check at mARTas Gallery. It was a pretty nice gig. We had a girl come up from Mackay, named Courtney Young, who has a lovely voice.
Since 6pm on Sunday I've been lying around doing nothing. Apart from yesterday when I went to the movies and to the beach. I go back to work tomorrow night and then I'm busy again until.. forever. I have either uni or work or gigs constantly because if I don't go to work whenever I'm free, I die. I am dying financially right now. Soon.. Humble Pine will make money.
punchdrunkblake
My Paris Hilton is getting fat. You can never tell a girl that. She relies on me as the friend that will always tell her the truth when everyone else will blow smoke up her ever expanding ass. But I can't tell her that! How can you? It's a crime to even think it. She asks me all of the time in a fashion such as "emo, do I look large?" to which I immediately reply "NO" and change the subject.
I'm wondering if it's a matter of.. easing up on trying to keep yourself looking hot when you're pretty entrenched in a relationship. I have only one relationship to go by but my ex-girlfriend let herself go a bit, whereas I felt inspired to look good for her. I don't know. I'm no expert.
Anyway.
Band's going pretty well. Playing again on Friday and then at an art cafe the following Friday. Inspired by friends' bands to write new stuff. I'm pretty "in the scene" right now, as a friend and myself have started a gig company, where we're putting on gigs. We have grand plans but until we start being somewhat more financially successful I'm going to be a bit poor from giving up shifts at Video Hell to run sound boards and organise set times.
Girls? Bleh. Nothing good nothing bad just plotting along unsuccessfully.
My Paris Hilton is getting fat. You can never tell a girl that. She relies on me as the friend that will always tell her the truth when everyone else will blow smoke up her ever expanding ass. But I can't tell her that! How can you? It's a crime to even think it. She asks me all of the time in a fashion such as "emo, do I look large?" to which I immediately reply "NO" and change the subject.
I'm wondering if it's a matter of.. easing up on trying to keep yourself looking hot when you're pretty entrenched in a relationship. I have only one relationship to go by but my ex-girlfriend let herself go a bit, whereas I felt inspired to look good for her. I don't know. I'm no expert.
Anyway.
Band's going pretty well. Playing again on Friday and then at an art cafe the following Friday. Inspired by friends' bands to write new stuff. I'm pretty "in the scene" right now, as a friend and myself have started a gig company, where we're putting on gigs. We have grand plans but until we start being somewhat more financially successful I'm going to be a bit poor from giving up shifts at Video Hell to run sound boards and organise set times.
Girls? Bleh. Nothing good nothing bad just plotting along unsuccessfully.
My head is just now starting to hurt. An abrupt end to an otherwise fun night.
Tonight was good. Jess and I went to the Riverside Tavern to have a drink and a chat before we went to see Hallways of the Always, a one-man play written by and starring my friend Glen, about Charlie Manson. It was a good play. Although his accent tended to drop in and out of American and Australian.
We then went to eat at Fasta Pasta after finding out that at 8:30, the C-Bar had sent their chef home. wtf mate.
So I came home and drank and listened to songs off Youtube with my housemates. Dancing and singing alone to everything from The Almost to S Club 7. It was stupid fun.
Shane and I walked in to the Exchange. The only "alternative" club in Townsville. Usually a place for the metal-heads, the punks, the emo's, the alternative folk, the lovers of rock music, basically the rest of the people that aren't at the dance music clubs.
The Exchange essentially has five different areas. There is the front bar. Which is often filled with derelict people on week nights, but is usually a fairly cool place to hang out. Good music. Then there is the back area, which has pool tables and a Nightlife jukebox. So maybe there are cool people there but it's also a mix of people who'll chuck songs on like Nelly and.. Madonna.. Then there is the outside smoking area. No music but on a busy night, it's the best hang out. There is "Portraits" on the side of all of this, a piano bar which always has an acoustic duo, if not karaoke on a week night. Always really packed. Then upstairs which has your token live band (covers) and a balcony for punters to smoke on.
We'd done the rounds. Start off in the front. Walk through to the back out to the garden. Tried upstairs, walked through Portraits (got a comment on my shoelaces being cool). Sat back down in the front bar.
Sitting. Talking. Drinking. Nothing more. Haven't made contact with anyone else in that vicinity.
Bam.
Glass in the head.
I hadn't seen who threw it. I wasn't paying attention. I was literally staring off in to the distance mid-conversation. For no reason at all, someone had a problem with me. Me. Who wishes no harm on anyone. The glassies asked what had happened and I told them simply that someone had thrown a glass at me, but I didn't know who for sure because I didn't see it. I could tell you exactly who it was but because I couldn't prove it, and because I wish no harm on anyone, I couldn't speculate as to who it was. I didn't even know the guy. Never seen him before tonight. But in hindsight..
- Whilst leaving the beer garden I heard someone yell "EMO!"
- Whilst sitting in the bar I could hear "fucking......... emo....... blah blah blah...."
Why do you care? You say it like it's a dirty word. I am not posing to be someone I'm not. I'm just me. I'm nothing out of the ordinary. I don't go up and call you a fuckhead because it's obvious. Live your life you piece of shit.
Tonight was good. Jess and I went to the Riverside Tavern to have a drink and a chat before we went to see Hallways of the Always, a one-man play written by and starring my friend Glen, about Charlie Manson. It was a good play. Although his accent tended to drop in and out of American and Australian.
We then went to eat at Fasta Pasta after finding out that at 8:30, the C-Bar had sent their chef home. wtf mate.
So I came home and drank and listened to songs off Youtube with my housemates. Dancing and singing alone to everything from The Almost to S Club 7. It was stupid fun.
Shane and I walked in to the Exchange. The only "alternative" club in Townsville. Usually a place for the metal-heads, the punks, the emo's, the alternative folk, the lovers of rock music, basically the rest of the people that aren't at the dance music clubs.
The Exchange essentially has five different areas. There is the front bar. Which is often filled with derelict people on week nights, but is usually a fairly cool place to hang out. Good music. Then there is the back area, which has pool tables and a Nightlife jukebox. So maybe there are cool people there but it's also a mix of people who'll chuck songs on like Nelly and.. Madonna.. Then there is the outside smoking area. No music but on a busy night, it's the best hang out. There is "Portraits" on the side of all of this, a piano bar which always has an acoustic duo, if not karaoke on a week night. Always really packed. Then upstairs which has your token live band (covers) and a balcony for punters to smoke on.
We'd done the rounds. Start off in the front. Walk through to the back out to the garden. Tried upstairs, walked through Portraits (got a comment on my shoelaces being cool). Sat back down in the front bar.
Sitting. Talking. Drinking. Nothing more. Haven't made contact with anyone else in that vicinity.
Bam.
Glass in the head.
I hadn't seen who threw it. I wasn't paying attention. I was literally staring off in to the distance mid-conversation. For no reason at all, someone had a problem with me. Me. Who wishes no harm on anyone. The glassies asked what had happened and I told them simply that someone had thrown a glass at me, but I didn't know who for sure because I didn't see it. I could tell you exactly who it was but because I couldn't prove it, and because I wish no harm on anyone, I couldn't speculate as to who it was. I didn't even know the guy. Never seen him before tonight. But in hindsight..
- Whilst leaving the beer garden I heard someone yell "EMO!"
- Whilst sitting in the bar I could hear "fucking......... emo....... blah blah blah...."
Why do you care? You say it like it's a dirty word. I am not posing to be someone I'm not. I'm just me. I'm nothing out of the ordinary. I don't go up and call you a fuckhead because it's obvious. Live your life you piece of shit.
So anyone from a blue or maroon state, and perhaps many other Australians, know that tonight was a sporting event of great interest. It seems as though our apartment has become the place to be for such nights, what with our 50" Full HD plasma television and ample couch space. It's cool. It's fine. I want to watch the game. I'm just not big fan of the drinking shenanigans that go along with it.
For instance, throwing balls in the house.
My Windows laptop - keyboard ruined due to beer being spilled in to it while I was on holiday thanks to drunken shenanigans.
My old television (76cm widescreen pure flat CRT, bought for $1500) - ruined and ruined due to some kind of brown pre-mixed alcohol liquid being spilled down the back of said television, while I was at work, thanks to drunken shenanigans.
My digital camera - beer spilled on coffee table next to said camera, beer touching camera, almost ruined.
Given the amounts that I paid for all of these items that were ruined or nearly ruined, the grand total of loss at my expense is over $4000 thanks to my FRIENDS.
Our new TV, although appearing to be quite sturdy, is still susceptible to accidents when there are balls thrown near it, or various other "drunken shenanigans". These include roughhousing and horseplay. The television is worth over $4000 on its own, and although I am only paying for half of the TV, it's all in my name.
Adam is clumsy at the best of times. He's a tall guy. There's a lot of him to run in to things and a lot of weight falling on things when stuff like this happens. I've seen him fall over for little reason. I saw him break 3 plastic chairs in one night because he was drunk and heavy and just generally acting stupidly. He knocks beer bottles over ALL the time.
I hate the lack of regard for anything. We've been here less than a month. It's an apartment that we probably don't deserve but got thanks to friends in real estate. And we wont be here much longer thanks to excessive noise (I can tell you I'm not responsible) and from objects being thrown from the balcony (BEER BOTTLES). The lift door on our floor was broken and consequently the lift was out of order last weekend. I just know they're responsible for it. I don't want to get kicked out. This place is AWESOME and I love it. A blight like being thrown out of a place doesn't look good on a record when you're trying to apply for other places in the future, and that's a massive problem in today's real estate market.
I am 24 years old. I'm a grown-up. I like to have fun, but I'm also responsible for my actions. I want nice things. I don't have any savings for the future but I one day want to get married. I have my own car. I have bills to pay, a job to go to, and a degree to work for. It's very hard to study when people are outside your door knocking and yelling your name trying to get you to come out and give an opinion on whether or not "someone looks like Johnny Depp in these sunglasses".
I've compiled my notes for my exam tomorrow while listening to bands on Pure Volume. I'm loving indy/pop/punk/emo bands such as Cute is What We Aim For, The Hush Sound and The Rocket Summer tonight.
So now I'll be off to sleep to wake up either, hopefully, late, or to an early morning text message from various loves I've lost and I'll wake up and text back because I can never let go.
These are my friends and I. I happened to be dancing on the table at the time.
For instance, throwing balls in the house.
My Windows laptop - keyboard ruined due to beer being spilled in to it while I was on holiday thanks to drunken shenanigans.
My old television (76cm widescreen pure flat CRT, bought for $1500) - ruined and ruined due to some kind of brown pre-mixed alcohol liquid being spilled down the back of said television, while I was at work, thanks to drunken shenanigans.
My digital camera - beer spilled on coffee table next to said camera, beer touching camera, almost ruined.
Given the amounts that I paid for all of these items that were ruined or nearly ruined, the grand total of loss at my expense is over $4000 thanks to my FRIENDS.
Our new TV, although appearing to be quite sturdy, is still susceptible to accidents when there are balls thrown near it, or various other "drunken shenanigans". These include roughhousing and horseplay. The television is worth over $4000 on its own, and although I am only paying for half of the TV, it's all in my name.
Adam is clumsy at the best of times. He's a tall guy. There's a lot of him to run in to things and a lot of weight falling on things when stuff like this happens. I've seen him fall over for little reason. I saw him break 3 plastic chairs in one night because he was drunk and heavy and just generally acting stupidly. He knocks beer bottles over ALL the time.
I hate the lack of regard for anything. We've been here less than a month. It's an apartment that we probably don't deserve but got thanks to friends in real estate. And we wont be here much longer thanks to excessive noise (I can tell you I'm not responsible) and from objects being thrown from the balcony (BEER BOTTLES). The lift door on our floor was broken and consequently the lift was out of order last weekend. I just know they're responsible for it. I don't want to get kicked out. This place is AWESOME and I love it. A blight like being thrown out of a place doesn't look good on a record when you're trying to apply for other places in the future, and that's a massive problem in today's real estate market.
I am 24 years old. I'm a grown-up. I like to have fun, but I'm also responsible for my actions. I want nice things. I don't have any savings for the future but I one day want to get married. I have my own car. I have bills to pay, a job to go to, and a degree to work for. It's very hard to study when people are outside your door knocking and yelling your name trying to get you to come out and give an opinion on whether or not "someone looks like Johnny Depp in these sunglasses".
I've compiled my notes for my exam tomorrow while listening to bands on Pure Volume. I'm loving indy/pop/punk/emo bands such as Cute is What We Aim For, The Hush Sound and The Rocket Summer tonight.
So now I'll be off to sleep to wake up either, hopefully, late, or to an early morning text message from various loves I've lost and I'll wake up and text back because I can never let go.
These are my friends and I. I happened to be dancing on the table at the time.
Girls are confusing. Me? I'm introspective and assumptuous. But what else is new.
I hate you girls, you're a poop mouth, I hate you!
I hate you girls, you're a poop mouth, I hate you!
I just posted this on myspace, and some of the references about the target audience are myspace specific, but I decided I wanted to put it up here too.
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So basically I'm in a bit of a situation that I can't get a positive outcome for myself from. And I'm usually reluctant to blog this on myspace and not just on SG since, well, everyone I ever write about is either a friend on here or knows who I'm talking about. So I get in trouble. And I don't need more trouble.
There's a bunch of stuff going on. Need to keep on top of uni. Not getting enough hours at work to pay my bills since we got a new manager. Got a wisdom tooth coming through that's giving me grief. And the bigger things of the messiness of my parents' divorce getting worse and I don't know who's side to believe, and my uncle passing away on Saturday. So I have a funeral to attend and a shift to swap on Wednesday.
But I guess most of all, you guessed it, if I have a problem it's entirely because I'm pining over a girl. I always am. You all know me as the emo one. But before the fringe and the eye-liner, before there was ever a fad and a disdain for all people with rings in their lips and skinny jeans, I was still emotional Matt. I don't take my feelings lightly. I always go in with everything, otherwise I don't feel like it's worth my effort at all.
Its these things that occupy almost the entirety of my thoughts. Don't believe me? Read my past blogs! It's always someone.
Being nearly 1am and having what was supposed to be a talk with said girl tonight which was to "fix" our situation, I'm at the point where everyone I could talk to about this or to take my mind off this, has gone to bed. You're all gaybos.
I was nervous about it all day, even though I suggested we do it. I'd thought about it, and I'd made dot points so I wouldn't forget anything I needed to say or discount any valid feelings I had to make apparent. I had the same stomach pains I'd had a week ago after I had the bombshell of finding out that all hope with her was lost because I knew that no matter what I said, realistically, I wasn't going to get what I wanted out of this.
The easy thing to do was what I'd initially done - go cold turkey. Don't see her, don't talk to her, don't "fix" anything. I don't work like that. If I have feelings for you - then they're strong - and you're gonna know it. And I've never been one to just let go of these on a whim, or from knowing that they weren't going to be reciprocated. Beyond being the object of my affection, she's still someone I spoke to daily, and someone I have a relationship with that is unlike that of anything else I have with anyone.
But you know, I don't *need* to keep any more friends. I'm pretty blessed with the amount of friends I have and how very good to me they are. I found this out on Saturday night from some unexpected sources. I could just as easily say "fuck it" to it all. I have always gotten the "I don't want to ruin our friendship" line, and I've always gone along with it because I'm a pussaliah (thankyou South Park for that one). Could I be the asshole and discount a wonderful friendship just because she doesn't feel the same way about me as I do her?
Probably.
But not with this one.
In the end.. She's far too important to me. You know who you are, as does everyone else who's reading this. Even if you get even madder at me for this, I have to write it out or I'll burst. I don't want to be one of those people who holds everything in and explodes when everything gets too much, or one of those people who resorts to other avenues to expunge bad feelings from their system. My feelings are valid, and I own them.
So to round this off, I wrote a song probably a day or two after I first started feeling this way. It is as yet devoid of music or melody, though I have ideas in my head - I just happen to be without the musical talent to play the orchestra of instrumentation to fill this out as a finished musical piece. However, I think there are some cool lines in it at the very least. I apologise to you for the airing of our laundry, and for the continued relenting about this subject. And for the words that follow.
It's just how I feel sometimes.
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When you used to lay there
Making my pillows smell like you
Feeling my heart beat faster on your arm
Don't go home yet, let's not even move
You'd look up in to my eyes
And I'd just want to kiss you back
Like that's all it would take to keep you here
You in colour, me in black
Never mine
You don't owe me anything so don't worry about it
Never mind
You'll be better off with out my shit
no, I don't want to play
The only thing I want to do is sit or lay
Saps up too much energy any other way
For a long time this is how I'll stay
clutching pillows close
tucked under covers safe and warm away from it all
You may think it's morose
but it's been brewing, i've been falling, i will fall
Never mine
You don't owe me anything so don't worry about it
Never mind
You'll be better off with out my shit
Keeping my eyes down
and my body close together so i can't feel the pains in my stomache
keeping my eyes shut
keeping my body close to try and slow down my heartbeat
do i bring you down?
i don't do this to affect the way you're feeling
rather shut you out
stay at home, eyes on my phone, eyes on the ceiling
Never mine
You don't owe me anything so don't worry about it
Never mind
You'll be better off with out my shit
Don't mind me
We can't make this OK overnight
I don't see
How anything's going to be alright.
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So basically I'm in a bit of a situation that I can't get a positive outcome for myself from. And I'm usually reluctant to blog this on myspace and not just on SG since, well, everyone I ever write about is either a friend on here or knows who I'm talking about. So I get in trouble. And I don't need more trouble.
There's a bunch of stuff going on. Need to keep on top of uni. Not getting enough hours at work to pay my bills since we got a new manager. Got a wisdom tooth coming through that's giving me grief. And the bigger things of the messiness of my parents' divorce getting worse and I don't know who's side to believe, and my uncle passing away on Saturday. So I have a funeral to attend and a shift to swap on Wednesday.
But I guess most of all, you guessed it, if I have a problem it's entirely because I'm pining over a girl. I always am. You all know me as the emo one. But before the fringe and the eye-liner, before there was ever a fad and a disdain for all people with rings in their lips and skinny jeans, I was still emotional Matt. I don't take my feelings lightly. I always go in with everything, otherwise I don't feel like it's worth my effort at all.
Its these things that occupy almost the entirety of my thoughts. Don't believe me? Read my past blogs! It's always someone.
Being nearly 1am and having what was supposed to be a talk with said girl tonight which was to "fix" our situation, I'm at the point where everyone I could talk to about this or to take my mind off this, has gone to bed. You're all gaybos.
I was nervous about it all day, even though I suggested we do it. I'd thought about it, and I'd made dot points so I wouldn't forget anything I needed to say or discount any valid feelings I had to make apparent. I had the same stomach pains I'd had a week ago after I had the bombshell of finding out that all hope with her was lost because I knew that no matter what I said, realistically, I wasn't going to get what I wanted out of this.
The easy thing to do was what I'd initially done - go cold turkey. Don't see her, don't talk to her, don't "fix" anything. I don't work like that. If I have feelings for you - then they're strong - and you're gonna know it. And I've never been one to just let go of these on a whim, or from knowing that they weren't going to be reciprocated. Beyond being the object of my affection, she's still someone I spoke to daily, and someone I have a relationship with that is unlike that of anything else I have with anyone.
But you know, I don't *need* to keep any more friends. I'm pretty blessed with the amount of friends I have and how very good to me they are. I found this out on Saturday night from some unexpected sources. I could just as easily say "fuck it" to it all. I have always gotten the "I don't want to ruin our friendship" line, and I've always gone along with it because I'm a pussaliah (thankyou South Park for that one). Could I be the asshole and discount a wonderful friendship just because she doesn't feel the same way about me as I do her?
Probably.
But not with this one.
In the end.. She's far too important to me. You know who you are, as does everyone else who's reading this. Even if you get even madder at me for this, I have to write it out or I'll burst. I don't want to be one of those people who holds everything in and explodes when everything gets too much, or one of those people who resorts to other avenues to expunge bad feelings from their system. My feelings are valid, and I own them.
So to round this off, I wrote a song probably a day or two after I first started feeling this way. It is as yet devoid of music or melody, though I have ideas in my head - I just happen to be without the musical talent to play the orchestra of instrumentation to fill this out as a finished musical piece. However, I think there are some cool lines in it at the very least. I apologise to you for the airing of our laundry, and for the continued relenting about this subject. And for the words that follow.
It's just how I feel sometimes.
_______________________________________________________
When you used to lay there
Making my pillows smell like you
Feeling my heart beat faster on your arm
Don't go home yet, let's not even move
You'd look up in to my eyes
And I'd just want to kiss you back
Like that's all it would take to keep you here
You in colour, me in black
Never mine
You don't owe me anything so don't worry about it
Never mind
You'll be better off with out my shit
no, I don't want to play
The only thing I want to do is sit or lay
Saps up too much energy any other way
For a long time this is how I'll stay
clutching pillows close
tucked under covers safe and warm away from it all
You may think it's morose
but it's been brewing, i've been falling, i will fall
Never mine
You don't owe me anything so don't worry about it
Never mind
You'll be better off with out my shit
Keeping my eyes down
and my body close together so i can't feel the pains in my stomache
keeping my eyes shut
keeping my body close to try and slow down my heartbeat
do i bring you down?
i don't do this to affect the way you're feeling
rather shut you out
stay at home, eyes on my phone, eyes on the ceiling
Never mine
You don't owe me anything so don't worry about it
Never mind
You'll be better off with out my shit
Don't mind me
We can't make this OK overnight
I don't see
How anything's going to be alright.
My dad sent me a message saying that my uncle had just passed away. He had cancer and he died today. I didn't know what to say so I said "Oh no.."
He wrote back asking if I'd let my mum know. She called me back and said that his lawyer had sent a letter stating that he was taking the house or something, which is contrary to what he'd told me a few weeks ago. He called me to say that mum had been asking for unfair things in the settlement, that he didn't want anything, just to be able to move on with his life. I don't know what to believe but I dread the thought of intervening.
I have some wisdom tooth junk going on I think.
I had to see her last night.. SHE CAME IN TO MY WORK. That was not cool. I kept my back turned and she came up and said hello, saying that she was being the "mature" one by doing so. I didn't give her eye contact because I couldn't look at her. I just said that it was hard for me to hear her over the speaker.
Band is back at a two-piece until I can find some more interested people. I'm going to write songs on Garage Band at uni in between classes until I can jam with real people.
I'm hopefully going to numb this all tonight with an alcohol-fueled rampage on the city.
He wrote back asking if I'd let my mum know. She called me back and said that his lawyer had sent a letter stating that he was taking the house or something, which is contrary to what he'd told me a few weeks ago. He called me to say that mum had been asking for unfair things in the settlement, that he didn't want anything, just to be able to move on with his life. I don't know what to believe but I dread the thought of intervening.
I have some wisdom tooth junk going on I think.
I had to see her last night.. SHE CAME IN TO MY WORK. That was not cool. I kept my back turned and she came up and said hello, saying that she was being the "mature" one by doing so. I didn't give her eye contact because I couldn't look at her. I just said that it was hard for me to hear her over the speaker.
Band is back at a two-piece until I can find some more interested people. I'm going to write songs on Garage Band at uni in between classes until I can jam with real people.
I'm hopefully going to numb this all tonight with an alcohol-fueled rampage on the city.
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