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tired of barely holding on,
to something that's already gone.
tired of being the one who's in this all alone.

entries about chat links



had enough
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Saturday, 24 October 2009 // 12:13

I gave you everything but nothing's ever good enough
I tried to be the one you'd call, the one that you can trust

-Honor Society, My Own Way

once again, I need someone to shoot me for being able to relate to an Honor Society song.

I was tempted to quote big chunks from it, but somehow I managed not to.

shooting reminds me, Rihanna wrote a song called Russian Roulette. that's scary.

and I really don't give a shit about stopping myself about posting about music related stuff anymore. at least I don't OOFG. or FG. no, Nat, I'm not referring to you, for once.

scariness reminds me of Halloween. which reminds me of this person who posted about being Matthew Shepard for Halloween a few years back. and said it was just as offensive as dressing up as John Wayne Gacy.

one's a serial killer, one's a murder victim. Americans are honestly screwed.

Matthew Shepard reminds me of blood. which reminds me of how I accidentally slashed the back of my neck with my fingernail twice yesterday.

I'm not emo, it wasn't intentional.

emo reminds me of Rachel Crosse, which reminds me of Genesis Alpha.

Genesis Alpha reminds me of The Reminder, which reminds me of how I haven't read a book since PSLE started.

books reminds me of the two books published about Matthew Shepard.

and I should stop wiki-ing and googling Matthew Shepard before I become completely pro-LGBT.

wiki-ing reminds me of Lynn and how she wiki-ed the lead singer of Green Day.

apparently he's bi. cos he has a boyfriend and is married at the same time. that's screwed.

and my post's topic is back on gays/bis.

gays reminds me of Jonas Brothers. the offensive kind of gay I mean.

which reminds me of Honor Society. which reminds me of the song I'm listening to now which is by them, which I would still like if someone shot me for it.

and I should stop this post about digression. I just realised, I started and ended on the same subject - shooting me for listening to a HS song.

that's cool.