Willow

Yesterday was... eventful, to say the least. Here's to hoping that today is much, much better.

I relate to this on all levels http://img.ifcdn.com/images/947798e321ae5fb9d43ab8fa46064c0204f248d6ba2fcb689ef0cc1d10e1ca92_1.jpg

That moment when you don't have anything interesting about yourself to tell people.

Ah, middle school jams... brings back memories.

Man, the music I used to listen to three years ago... wow.

I haven't listened to very many concept albums, but Defeater's "Empty Days and Sleepless Nights" is one of the most depressing I've ever heard.

I'm ashamed of myself... almost all the music I've listened to today was Quad City DJs remixes.

So... this doesn't surprise me.

Woke up feeling sicker than I was yesterday... looks like I'm missing class again.

It took me an entire day, but I no longer feel like killing anyone. That's a relief, I guess.

I'm gonna fucking kill someone right now, I swear to God.

Just killed my first High Dragon on Inquisition. I feel pretty accomplished.

Any music from Two Steps From Hell makes is truly a masterpiece.

I wish there were memories I could keep down, deep inside, but sometimes, they come out... and I wish they wouldn't.

I just want to say something: thank you. Thank you to everyone who's helped me recently, who's sat there while I rambled on about how I'm feeling and assuring me that everything is okay, and making me feel, once again, like I'm loved, and like I matter. I don't know what I would do without any of you...

I'm sick, depressed, tired, and whole slew of other things, and the only person who could make it better might be busy...

Woke up cold, starving, worried and just feeling like utter shit... yay.

Why the fuck can I never do anything right?

Haha, apparently my music fucking hates me. I guess it's time to cry.

"'Ohana means family. Family means nobody gets left behind or forgotten."

I woke up to a phone call from my mom telling me my great-grandfather died... and it's only 7 in the morning.