Sorry Kaila,

okay so emoness mood has returned. no more mr. wooden alligator. If ya want that go to Kaila's blog.

And i really cant explain the emotastic mood. its just there.
and i had a really cool title this morning but i cant think of it so ima just leave it blank for now and think of one later...

okay so this emoness really sucks.................and i have no idea what it is..........
oh no;....i do know what it is i just cant do anything about it. do u remember when i said this in earlier post?

"everything in life is nothing but a big joke, busy work, something to do before we die. WE mean nothing, life means nothing. if there is a god then he created us as playthings, things he can look at and go "oh thats funny" its like we're just cable, really really good cable. we're like DishTV or whatever. WE're Comcastic. WE're nothing. WE mean nothing really and life is hell. Pretty much."

that wonderful mood is back and i want it gone. g-o-n-e gone. this sucks.......
i should do something productive with this mood like maybe go work on the book buttttt i dont like writing in school. So there goes that idea. emoness officiailly sucks. and like i said theres nothing i can do so that sucks.
someone please explain to me why this always happens. i was happy, jumpy, me, for one day. one flippin day and then this happens? Seriously, i dont want to be in a bad mood having someone worry baout me when they should be concerned about themselves. i hate being all depressing and junk but nothing drags me out of it....well, almost nothing. and it doesnt help that my ipod is filled with rock and nothing happy. And that sucks.


and here
feel my pain because of the music gods

Lets go!!!

With blood shot eyes I watch you sleeping
The warmth I feel beside me is slowly fading
Would she hear me if I called her name
Would she hold me, if she knew my shame

There's always something different going wrong
The path I walk is in the wrong direction
There's always someone fuckin hanging on
Can anybody help me make things better

Your tears don't fall they crash around me,
Her concious calls the guilty to come home
Your tears don't fall they crash around me,
Her concious calls the guilty to come home

The moments died, I hear no screamin,
The visions left inside me are slowly fading
Would she hear me if I called her name
Would she hold me if she knew my shame

There's always something different going wrong
The path I walk is in the wrong direction
There's always someone fuckin hanging on
Can anybody help me make things better

Your tears don't fall they crash around me
Her concious calls the guilty to come home
Your tears don't fall they crash around me
Her concious calls the guilty to come home

OH!... YEAH!!

This battered room I've seen before
The broken bones they heal no more, no more
With my last breath I'm choking
Will this ever end I'm hoping
My world is over one more time!

LETS GO!

[Guitar solo]

Would she hear me if I called her name
Would she hold me, if she knew my shame

There's always something different going wrong
The path I walk is in the wrong direction
There's always someone fuckin hanging on
Can anybody help me make things better

Your tears don't fall they crash around me
Her concious calls the guilty to come home
Your tears don't fall they crash around me
Her concious calls the guilty to come...

Better!!!

Your tears don't fall they crash around me
Her concious calls the guilty to come home
Your tears don't fall they crash around me
Her concious calls the guilty to come home

~Kayy