i threw everything away for you

on the promise you were coming home

but we hardly talk

you never wanna come over.

and you ignore my every attempt to make this work

ive been through hell this year

and i think its time for things to look up for me.

come on april please be a better month than every god forsaken months in this year so

far. how mayny guys do you know that would hold on for this long

and i dont expect anything from it. cause i can see it when you text me

its nothing to you

Some morning i wake up to a feeling that makes me wanna die and its the feeling of losing you. Satan if your listening you can take me now i dont wanna be here anymore. nothing doesnt remind me of you. Allow me to elborate, songs on the radio….FUCK. The movies in my closet we got at the thrift store…..FUCK!!! all my punk albums shirts and pants all the clothes i bought at that shitty hole in the wall shop……FUCK!!! everytime i get into my car and rancid turns on….FUCK you pretty much ruined Ska for me and a trumpet makes me sad and its all never gonna stop hurting CAUSE I CAN NEVER SAY GOOD BYYE? FUCK!!! WELL I GUESS WE JUST HAVE TO WAIT TO BURN IN HELL!

i miss you……

i Hate when people complain about something they want that they can have. something that there heart wants but there just willing to make the step. make there life happy. i do what i do not to make others happy but to better myself, make me a better man, a harder worker, a smarter gent. but honestly i just wanna be a good man that a girl would actually understand that my problems are my own and sometimes you just want someone close that you know and love to talk about it