" I've become what a mother wouldn't want in a son"

i forget sometimes how alive concerts can make me feel. i guess you just need the right bands. i can tell im focusing way to much on the stuff that "doesnt matter". i dont give a fuck about money. i dont give a fuck about much of anything. i just want to write and practice (makes perfect, perfect sense). the weeks are ticking down. the days are passing by. the demons and monsters in my house are packing and getting ready to move with me. along with misery. and love. if you want to call it that. i've decided love took drugs before it found me. that would explain me. wouldnt it? i still believe and will bet everything that i've had my first true love. but would a real first love leave? why do i always call it my first? i dont think there will ever be a second.

tomm i want to go to Las Vegas and get married to my broken heart.

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