Gavin

I'm Gavin.
I'm Wease 's drinking buddy.
Standard. Grammar.
I can't take decent photos of myself, mate.
Just a heads up; Me and Chani liked Plan B before you.
PUC, pardon?
Horro is more than likely to be better than you.
At everything.
Add. Message. Blog.
Everything used to be remotely simple and straight forward. When I was young, mostly. Comfort was my best friend. Now, it's complicated. I can't walk down a straight path anymore. I'm bound to trip up on something, or turn off. It's arkward to get what I want, to be happy. Things change, and more importantly, so do people. I can't stand change, but do it everyday. I'll love anything that can remind me of home, and early days, because now, life and especially music, which everyone finds themselves relating to now, are complicated, dirty and no longer full. Life is gritty. I can no longer please everyone, be friends with everyone. Things are constantly lacking. I really can't keep up with life. I'm not sure where I am going with this, I'm just unhappy with this.
All I ever want to do, is tear straight into you.
BREATHE IN THE GRIM