at times i feel as if my life is nothing, and i am just an insignificant cancer. i detest this life, i want to be gone, only for a minute though. this time it isn’t just the alcohol talking, but a meaty 5 inch distorted sphere called a heart talking, i waste my days thinking of what life can be, i play music in my head as i walk. my life revolves around music, and at this point it’s whats keeping me in line. fuck what people think, im gonna live life like i always have, always the hard way, it seems as though there is no other way, oh well. seems like my warm, hell-like bed is calling. i cant give in. seems like at night is when ones’ most productive, im listening to All Shall Perish. their album “The Price of Existence” is probably one of the most influential albums in my musical knowledge. im talking outta my ass now. good fucking night.