god, i had no idea how much some of this stuff still hurts. it stabs. its the feeling of cold steel going through my heart. it burns. i havnt listened to cold in months and months. and it brought everything back, and i sat and cried and listened to bleed. why cant anything ever turn out alright? i miss jeremiah. i miss jake, jake, and jeremiah. i miss kirkwood nondenominational. i miss it all.