Fuck My Life. Enough Said.

-.-

wehateyourhate:

In honor of Valentines Day tomorrow I give you my cover of Valentine by The Get Up Kids.

This is the quintessential Valentines Day themed song to emo kids everywhere. The lyrics will grace a million Facebook status’ and “away messages” on AIM. If anyone even uses AIM anywhere. I don’t know. I’m old.

Recorded in a couple hours, multiple vocals tracks and guitar tracks. If I sound off, it’s because my voice hasn’t fully healed since screaming at the Iron Chic show the other night and I didn’t have the smarts to record this earlier in the week. Also, I can’t sing as well as Matt Pryor.

Download it here if you like.

Cheesy? Yes. Cliche? Hell yes. Will a thousand other musicians do the same thing. Most likely. Do I care? No. Now eat your candy and then go have sex or something.

katalystq:

So…i save messages from significant others in my life, past and present. Nothing big. It’s just that the only time i bother to re-read them is when I slip into a depressive state accompanied by the sad melodies of a few songs. Yeah i know this isn’t all that healthy, but it’s the only way i know…

carelessnesskills:

Julia | Tongue Biting

Biting my tongue
The only way I know how
Blood fills my mouth
Spilling out with speech
Biting my tongue
Putting holes in my tongue

deadcantdraw:

I don’t cry very often. I used to, used to cry over everything.
Now? Not so much.

Today I went to a My Chemical Romance Concert.

It was loud, sweaty and completely boiling. I was having a great time, the support bands were amazing and I was hoarse from all the yelling and singing we were…

keepthosecamerasrolling:

I’m dying.

I’m so tired of living this life. I could explain everything, but no not over tumblr. My life is getting really tiring, and i’m only 14. I know i have a lot to live up to already. College, a family, friends etc. All of that stuff. Right now I just want it to end. All the sadness inflicted in me. All the pain. JUST GO THE FUCK AWAY. My closest friends make me so happy. They give me advice. They cheer me up when i’m sad. Thats what friends do. They mean more to me than friends. They mean my life. Without them I would probably be dead. I’ve been thinking about going back to therapy. Sort out my problems. The one thing i couldn’t do is let the therapist or my mom/family members know I’ve began to cut again. If my mom knew It would be fucking terrible. She would be so sad, and to occupied on me instead of her own problems. It would honestly cause the worst pain towards me. Knowing my mom is dieing on the inside do to my illness. I don’t know what to do anymore. I go to school everyday hoping to enjoy it with my friends. I try to enjoy life the best i can. Thats the best i can do.