DeleteTheMemories

Needed to play some call of duty.

Every commitment lately seems to be fucking breaking me, slowly.

Expensive as fuck pizza below, wasn’t amazing..

Sunday was good, don’t have photos because I was to busy being wild and enjoying the show. Come home fucking soaked and feeling shit with the realisation I have nothing to look forward to now. Lord of hang with a fellow vegan on the sunday night went down well and maybe the highlight of food last weekend.

Weird consistancy for these things, turned out good though.

It’s good to be behind you, old friend. (Yes, I am left handed.)

I’m sick of being a good person and having nothing my way. I’ve hit a low tonight, I’d be fine with it if I could just write a fucking thing.

but this cheered me up.

*those rectangles are tofu puffs!

Carpathian, break even, lovers grave, 50 lions and in trenches in 6 days!

Going to be an amazing week, going to bed now.

Jam session in the morning, best way to start my day.

I try to be the nicest/helpful person I can yet I still get walked over and nothing good comes my way. Not sure why I try.

I jammed and it made me feel fucking amazing.

No Phone.
No word from you.
No Idea why I saw you in my dreams.
No clue where I’m headed.

I just don’t feel like growing up today.

1 – Finish reading book
2 – hit level 60 on mw2
3 – Consistant vocal practise
4 – wait around for jerks to email me stuff.
5 – prepare notes.
6 – Write an EP.