I'm pouring some whiskey right now. I'm gonna get so so drunk that I pass out and forget your face by the time I wake up.

Oh Conor, how you torture me so. I could quote your lyrics all night. They seem to speak what's inside of me better than I could.

Well I guess that it's typical to cling memories you'll never get back again. And to sort through old photographs of a summer long ago or a friend that you used to know. And there below his frozen face you wrote the name and that ancient date, that ancient date. You can't believe that he's really gone. When all that's left is a fucking song.

That was for Shelby.


This post has no substance. All I want to do is quote songs. I'm tired of writing out my feelings. It's the same old bullshit. Nothing ever changes.

I hate her because she is the only girl who rejected me. I crushed harder than I should have and I was rejected. I'm still not over it. It drives me crazy. I hate how pretty she is. I thought that if I hated her, talked shit about her, I would get over it. Guess not. What a dumb method that was.


There's really not much I can do about it, either. I know she never cared about me in anyway.