poprocks

... you know, if you go back through the pages of my journal they're not very deep, intense, dramatic. it's just not my style.

But today, we take a deep breathe and jump without any inhibitions. All that keeps poping up in my head are just a bunch of cliches, just short cuts to try and justify the real emotions. Shit, don't i have any fuckin thoughts of my own.

how selfish can i be



... i'm here in reality, she's outside the castle doors
knocking
asking
waiting
to come in


I recommend a band called Waxwing to everyone
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