Knee deep in static.

Alpha & Omega, Take Offense, Agitator, Expire, and Troublesome @ The Barbary, followed by Wrong Answer, Sawed Off, Holy Hour, Bearings, and Repressed @ The Pub. Yessss.

Converge, Drop Dead, Trap Them, Burning Love, Cop Problem…

Buying tickets now, too excited, going to explode, bye.

It finally makes sense why
I don’t make sense to you.
All the things that bother me, they
never get to you or bring you down;
you’re all too eager to forget all these things I
can’t help but keep my thoughts wrapped around.
Wish I could stop my head for
maybe just a second;
quiet my mind for
just a moment of peace.
Where I wouldn’t have to worry what
she felt like you to or
what you felt like to she.
I don’t mind it most days.
Where the monotony drowns out even the
saddest of memories,
I’m fine when there’s the simple lull of
everyday tasks to keep my
thoughts and my hands
so busy.
It’s at night that I feel less than myself.
Less than discarded trash pushed off on
someone else,
I feel lonely
and you’re inches away
and I’m so happy in my heart,
though my brain is a cage and
I wish I knew how to forget,
like you,
I wish I could fucking forget,
like you,
I hate that I’ll never get like you,
content that the past has
passed.
So readily accepting that
we’ve made it through.
(If only I could accept it, too.)
But I’m just a stupid girl with
too many questions,
with too much stupid love for you.

Finally. Getting back $52 hahahah. That’s like $45 more than I thought I’d get, though, so I’m not complaining.