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!"
