today wasn't exactly a beautiful day because a) jamming session's postponed to next week and b) i've yet to think of an outfit for Wednesday. oh whatever.
look around. notice the broken hearts? yes, it is the season. i'm one of the victims. but i don't want to be. but i can't help but feel sorry for the other person i scream/shout/vent at, i had wanted to. my parents are already uptight. i don't want to burst their heads, much less their hearts. Isaac is nowhere in sight, and i only have myself to blame. it's probably time i move on. i don't need anyone to cry onto i just want to cry and scream, but i can't cos my heart keeps telling me to shut up. why is it so hard to just blast my lungs and bawl my eyes? i'm so fucking hating myself now because i am the cause of my barb-wired heart. ):
