Words fail me. I want to write, to speak, to create... yet I am silenced by my own internal procrastination.
I feel terrible about myself, yet I keep doing the things I which make me feel this way.
I cannot WAIT for Ireland.
I feel terrible about myself, yet I keep doing the things I which make me feel this way.
I cannot WAIT for Ireland.
heresy2007:
sometimes escaping is the only way to break bad habbits. I have done it several times.
mevsyou:
Ireland will be rad man. It will be good to see you in November. Wooo Coheed talk to you when I get back