like art could save a wretch like me

with some ideal ideology-

laying in bed all day, unable to eat or sleep and barely move, leaves lots of time for thinking.
i don't understand basically everyone, and why people act the way they do. i don't see the fun in fucking around with someones emotions, or talking shit behind everyones back and then pretending to be fucking victimized.
life would be simpler if we could all read each others minds, so there would be no secrets between 'friends'.


in reference to my last blog- the weekend did have alot of problems, but at the same time was so great.
Elle and i discovered a new love called Attack in Black, i cried while Straylight Run were playing, i lost all my friends on friday, jumped the fence of the Garden, coughed up blood and danced like a madman.
all in all, the weekend was desirable.
except now i suffer, home sick without the motivation to clean my room, or do any homework.