my whole world has failed)buckled)crashed, and the shockwaves still resonate through my fingertips and eyelids. ive asked myself this question a thousand times, and i gather that i will ask it a thousand more. instruments of torture bring)brought me my greatest happiness along with my greatest blunders. i know now that this doesnt really matter, and i know this will sound cliché, but i have come to terms with my feelings, and have decided to do something. to stand up. to not remain quiet in the shadows while my selfesteem is trampled underfoot. frankly, im tired of being someones bitch. i have discovered yet another beautiful band. bright eyes conor oberst is a genius. music is my only mistress now. haligh, haligh
goodnight+goodbye