Thus Passes the Glory of the World (Sic Transit Gloria Mundi)

I forgot this existed for a really long time.

in any case. i'm having a hard time with being back home. i really only get out of the house if i'm in class or playing a show, which do not take up a very large amount of my time overall. as much as i'm glad to be going to mtsu in the fall, that's a good 8 months or so from now. more time than i spent at winthrop total.
well, shit.

time to apply for work at a fifteenth place.

drink to me, babe, then

guess who's failing every single class he's in due to straight-up laziness?

fuck.

Heretics

i feel like i'm in middle school again.

but then again, i don't. because i actually liked middle school.

This Heart's on Fire

i'm trying to convince myself that it's getting better all the time.

i need to find some consistent, reliable people to play music with or i am going to go insane. i really don't have anything else to fall back on or believe in.

nothing else legitimately matters to me at this point.



jesus christ, i am a living, breathing cliche.

Fear and Loathing in Rock Hill, SC

i've been thinking a lot about hamburger time recently, if you catch my drift.
fuck rock hill. fuck winthrop. fuck being a journalism major.

what in the fucking fuck am i trying to prove to myself? i'm moving somewhere else.
i'm going to play music.
fuck everything else and everyone else.

Let's Not Shit Ourselves

it's time for a change.
i'm going to do some research on MTSU.

a siren

PLAY WITH YOUR FUCKING HEART.

We Are Nowhere and It's Now

It's strange, really.

Everything makes sense for a moment and then it doesn't

And then it makes sense again.

God is there. Then He doesn't exist. Then He may or may not exist.

Someone said that it's better to be moving backwards or to the side than to not be moving at all.
Fuck that person.

Dear Thomas

"Hey there.
I'll be reading tons because I'm subscribing to this. Even if you don't like the thought of it.
You shall have the lovely gift of my blog as well.
Note. I've had one for about a year or so. It holds a lot of overload information.
Sometimes I mean what I say.
Sometimes I don't.
I like to type mainly when I am sooo pissed or upset that I can't handle the outside world and I'm sure no one else will enjoy my company. I write about music I love. Peopl around me. My past, my present. My worries, my problems.
My secrets.
Please keep them quiet.
I'll do the same to yours.
http://angellic7letdown.blogspot.com/

This is the mild one.

There's 2 others. one with my thoughts of such horrors, I think other humans should never see.
the other is just when I feel upset and it's ALL about things that make me cry basically.
But it's only for me. :)

Good luck with this blog and have fun with it!
If you don't want me to read it, I'll respect that and just put "Don't read" as the title.

With hope,
Angel."