I never thought I’d die alone

I laughed the hardest, who’d have known

I traced the cord back to the wall

No wonder, it was never really there at all

I took my time, I hurried up

The choice was mine, I didn’t think enough

I’m too depressed to go on

You’ll be sorry when I’m gone 

Sometimes, when I’m at home all alone, I go out into my mother’s garden, dig a hole, climb inside, and get nice and comfortable so I can pretend that I’m a potato.

One of my favorite Foo Fighters songs ever.

Or maybe an overall theme for a song, or something. Not sure just yet.

My world’s so broken, I don’t notice when things go wrong anymore.

Seriously. The world was so freaking awesome when I was a kid. Growing up is lame.

That awkward moment when you go into the bathroom, shut and lock the door, and then notice that the kitten is sitting in the shower staring at you like it’s on crack.

Haven’t been on here in a while because I often get the feeling that nobody gives a damn about what I have to say.

Two finals down, and one more to go.

Bwahahahaha.