I gotta give myseld emo hair again I cant do this shit anymore Once all this shit is over im just going to play bass and do nothing elss i swear So tired all the time. Eye bags money bagz what's the difference these days. Happy 4th of July. Good Luck clawing your way backcup. Go for a run. Forget it all » Continue Reading
I've gota toxicabusive relationship with myself If I could scoop out the insides ofmybrain and show u the pumpkin seeds I bet ud eat them instead of letthemgrow » Continue Reading
I have to write a Eulogy for my friend tonight read: I'm going to write something bc if I don't that = not caring = caring more about my current life than his = not going to do that. He would kill me for saying that hahaha Tai ily and you know that. You wouldn't care if I wrote something or not. But you always supported my writing like no one else. I'm gonna write you something you baastard Ily. M... » Continue Reading
Blah blah Blah Blah I'm so sick of not moving. Ugh yes give me another new concert. Another new entry to the hall of infame.Us Give me some motivation to get this train running before the Other Thing kicks me back down the stairs When We Were Young Fest 2 was a month ago. That was a pure high. I have to go do laundry » Continue Reading
Its3amprobablyneedtogettosleepbutireallywannasingaboutyou Its4aamdonewithmysongcantstopthinkingboutyou It's 5am. Can't sleep so outside. Everything's a little pink and blue at the edges, but cool to the touch. The air smells like pepper. I'm wearing a robe that I haven't worn since the surgery. Drinking water and honey. Staring straight into car headlights to see the rainbow halo until they flick ... » Continue Reading
Please let me be famous (for the right reasons.) 🙏 Amen. I've been thinking a lot about Brittany Murphy and the concept of the It girl and (sh)it boy. I didn't realize she had died. Just a memory of fame and a 'oh yeah, wonder what happened to her'. But she didn't go live on a chicken farm like someone like Lee Pace. She just died. Sometimes we just die. She at least died immortalized. Shiny gold ... » Continue Reading
Kisses from the mouths of best friends. Or friends removed. Or middle aged men in bands giving me tattoos. Stripped out inside, dead weight breathing alive. But you know what they say, Do you know what they say? At what point did we lose contact with point A, that perfect vision going forward? Can't get despair. Can't lose track. Can't unfocus. Joe and a letter saying how much his book fixed me. P... » Continue Reading
Sometimes I remember I'm one person removed from Pete Wentz. My friend grew up one street away from him. He knows something about the illusion of space and it being small world. Hi I'm ✧ Jae Xin ✧ welcome to my twisted little mind (my blog) This is a look into the life of a loser. Or whatever Pete said. xo - JX » Continue Reading