I’m comfortable enough that I can post whatever I want on my real blog. This one is going to lay to waste now.

This girl really needs to stop reaching over to her boyfriend every two seconds. We’re in class and you’re hitting my computer every time you do it. Save it for later.

Whoever’s from Seymore, CT really really checks this blog out at ridiculous rates.

That being said, once I start cataloging all my writings from freshman year on, I’ll probably post them on here to back them up. It’s gonna take forever, but it’ll get done. I have all of it stashed in my file cabinet in my closet. If I scribbled even just one line, it’ll be in that cabinet.

Nowadays I feel like music’s all the same
With the backdrop of a story
Of all the rhymes and repetitions
I never thought I’d call to this

I guess it’s too cliche to say
That The Upsides changed my life
But we’re still stuck here without an intermission
We’re headed towards the deep side.

I think I fell into another round of depression.

I’m sorry, but it bothers me so much when a pretentious prick like you thinks he’s so great and special. Seriously, I really, really hate kids who are self centered, especially when they claim the opposite.

It really, really sucks having to start all over. I don’t think I could, or even would ever want to, ever again.