it’s like the chorus of a song, repeating. nothing ever changes. it just keeps happening and happening. no one cares, it’s just repeated a lot. sometimes it sucks, sometimes it’s annoying, and sometimes it’s just right.
foreign. that’s what everything’s been to me lately. i don’t know what i’m doing anymore. everything’s changed. i don’t want it to, it’s not the same. it’s all foreign, and it sucks. it hurts my little heart and makes me tired.
pulling at my heartstrings. this vulnerable noise. music. beautiful. so beautiful it hurts. there’s so much emotion behind it. all that emotion is wrapped up in a tiny package and goes straight to my heart. it’s so raw.
music. guitars. i love music. it is a giant part of my life. half my summer is around music. and a large part of my life. band, iPod, everything. it’s a passion. music can improve my mood or make me cry. i love acoustic music, it’s beautiful.