oh, please, fuck your brand new nike shoes, fsas shirts and all that shit. bake your own cake, go for a walk, read a book and try to be ALIVE. and remember, underoath and alesana are gay. metalcore is gay. the internet is gay. you keep a diary. you go to art school. your best friend is you. you're gay.
Three weeks later from that day, I saw those rats on a bicycle. They crept by me and started balling, their eyes turned to icicles. Crying, "We need a vacancy!"
