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Thursday, June 28, 2007

Don't it make my brown eyes blue
Time: 10:00

Mood: pensive

Song: Socco Amaretto Lime - Brand new



Don't you love it
when things
are going good
and then someone has to
lie
yell
then not say anything at all
except for complaints.

Sort of a gloom
that settles so oddly.

Ends up calling for some serious alone, emo-music, sit at think too much time. Feels good sometimes. Being like that within yourself for just a little while so you can relax and not go crazy lol.

Well, if anyone wants to add me on purevolume, I'm temporary friendless. Username's just voiceisidemyhead, as always.

Been thinking about country music a lot. So many people hate it. I guess it's just because of my background I understand. Until now, it has been the only thing I ever listened to. Now I'm wayy in love with rock and screamo and whatever the heck but I still love country. It's so.. comfortable. Predictable. Depressing. Not all of it, but a lot of the good stuff. That's why I can't let go of country, and that's what no one seems to understand. Those nights when I'm alone, the ones where my Silverstein, Hawthorne Heights, and Fall Out Boy just cut too deeply into the silence. That's when I need country. When For My Broken Heart by Reba can reduce me to tears.

Oh well, just been thinking a lot. It's summer, there's not much else to do.
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