I'm not convinced, and your hopeless songs won't stick.

when sadness becomes an everyday thing, and waking up becomes a chore.
hell. i'm getting so used to it.

i need a temporary high.
beer?
i need a purpose driven life.
berkeley?

i hate how it's a saturday afternoon and i'm still in my pjs.
i hate how i can never always get what i want in life.
i'm deleting random people off my friendster.
sometimes, less is more.

i write sins, not tragedies.