how come last.fm knows me better than anyone else?

sometimes i feel so alone i want to scream

sometimes i feel so angry i want to be alone

hey there

I like to write and write and the ground is ELECTRIC swear it has a current and there are a million little miles in-between the pen and the paper and all i need is the map. This time of year i'm thinking i don't know i'm blowing smoke i'm glowing like a bulb i walk a little further in-between our minds i hope you don't mind how far i am and have gone drop me a line i can see drop me a line i'll take too far i've gone so far and i wish upon the newest fad i remember when curing cancer was the latest fashion and in my latest fashion, i wish upon the stars that already went out i add insults to my injurys and salt in my wounds so they never heal i'd like to thank you for showing me that i'm not as strong as i seem sometimes all i have to think about is the darkest shades of black the empty space of where thoughts once were and how my heart stopped when you stood up and never looked back all i want to see is all the colors bound together all the happy hours rewound to now all the frowns turned upside down and time flies when you're having fun and time stops for no man to get to know man and i wait for someone else to take my heart and take my hand some days if feels like yesterday in the way i feel like last night bored and tired and alone so long lonesome, this means war sing to me too loud too long so proudly tonight and anything, everything will join in or forever hold their pieces as if i'm perfect clearly i'm not clearly i'm never enough for myself i can't stand it i can't stare myself down i realize my real eyes are real lies and all my thoughts and feelings go along i took it all hook, line, and sucker say i might be crazy but i'm sure i'm not insane because when it comes down to it i only feel like screaming i don't know where to run to when everywhere feels like home i only know it's only cold when you sleep alone

you read my blog don't you

i heard some girl bitch and moan today
about how she didn't get the car she wanted for her birthday
it wasn't the right COLOR and it wasn't a CONVERTIBLE


FUCK YOU

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING.

but of course i didn't
because i'm NICE
i'm not a DICK
i don't say MEAN THINGS



i swear if she gets the car she wants i'm lighting it on fire

dang

i feel like she doesn't like me anymore
like i need to be ignored
like she didn't like me in the first place
like i like her but like, it doesn't feel like the like, right word
like
like
like
i like videogames
i like food
i like drugs
i like to party
like is not the right word
but it's the only word
there's always love
and i do love her
but i want her to know that i mean it
I LOVE YOU.
i can't just text it
i can't call her and tell her
it needs to happen face-to-face

I love you j
i really do