As long as I've known Nathius, I've been wishing on stars. AM and PM. Just hoping one day, it'd come true. I've been trying for nine years. Still hasn't worked.
Well, Nathius, you were right about a lot of things...just not this.
R.I.P., Grandpa.
Ew. Fuck children. Very hard. In the face.
The giant pit in my chest that I call a heart just sends ice through my veins, numbing me as the heat outside of the veins tries to warm it up, but they cooled it down so much, I'm so cold I feel warm. That's all I am. All I can be. Ever since forever, I'm your number one failure....
Try all you might,
But I can't comprehend
All I'm hearing tonight.
There's a buzzing in my ears,
A ringing in my feet,
My eyes are shut tight,
And I can hardly breathe.
Tell me I'm specical,
Tell me I can,
I'm nothing special,
I know I can't,
Tell me I'm special,
Say I can't,
I just want to prove you wrong tonight.
I'm starting to wonder if I'm a undred percent sober all the time; I think my bpdy creates a drug only I can conssume. But I'm not a monster just yet...
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Journal of Clay Walker~
Random"My preferred use to this waste of trees is to write mubo jumbo that comes out as impaired lyrics. But whatever happens, happens, I guess." Clay Walker is in a band. He feels...well, he doesn't nessisarily know how. He's not trying anything in creat...
