SO when they tell you I walked where Elvis did its true niggaz. I partied at the kings house

But other then my awsome vaca. to Graceland. Lifes really shitty.

Patrick and me Broke up as he likes to call it. Where I just see it as Him dumping me so he can go around and fuck a bunch of girls and get drunk with his brother. But eh. So the fuck what!?
right I mean I love a boy with all my heart and he dumps me for booze?story of my fuckin life.
and I call him to shoot the shit (a.k.a check up on him :( )
and he gets this attitude like im not allowed to call like I broke some huge rule. well fuck him I didnt just stop loving him when he broke my heart and now he wants to step on it well thats cool.I guess He just broke up with me and moved on because i guess you can claim to love someone so much and then just forget about them. and the sad thing is I could have so many other people but I dont want so many other people and id take him back as pathetic as that makes me sound.I cant stand having my heart broken.I really cant. I just try and get by this day by day. Maybe if I was a drunk it would be easier.

and anouther thing thats pissing me off to the max

Music.I love it. But Im sick of everyone calling everyone else fake and thinking their better then everyone else standing at the same shows as them wearing the same exact things. your not better your friends are not better. When did coming to shows become just anouther place to get harassed by people.I used to go to shows and have fun but now its just miserable because people are alwaysv trying to bring you down and im really fuckin sick of it.I love hardcore shows but Im not sure how many ill be attending anymore. Im gna hit up my rockabilly roots for awhile and just try to mellow out.

I need to mellow out.

really bad


and I need to meet some people that have their own opinouns instead of just the ones everyone else gives them


o yea. ill mention it again. I Partied at elviss' crib<3333333