It’d be cool if everything just went back to how it used to be. I was happy, you were happy. Now I don’t even know what to do with myself. Yeah this is some lame ass sad post, but I’ve never been this down in my life.
Type O Negative - I Don’t Wanna Be Me
I told myself I’d never listen to Type O, but shit.
I’m not going to pretend I like some band just because they’re headlining at TIH
Daylight - Life in a Jar
Your ghost, I wish it haunted me.
These last few months I felt a lack of love.
I felt the weight drop down on us.
Citizen - I Still Shut My Eyes
PLEASE REPOST- my friend Joey hasn’t been heard from since last night. Please spread this around. He’s a wonderful person and a lot of people are missing him right now. He lives in west Philly and is active on tumblr, facebook and other social media sites but hasn’t updated since yesterday.
Joey Ross is a local Philly kid who goes to shows frequently and I’m sure some of you know personally. He’s been missing since yesterday. If you hear from him or know someone who has, please call either number listed below.
267-252-4447 or 856-577-4719
Going to keep reposting.
Posting because this is some urgent shit, and I know exactly how this feels. I hope he turns up and is safe. Reblog and keep him in your thoughts.
There’s almost 10,000 of you, and I know a good amount have to be from Philly. Let’s find this kid, and get him home safe.
I’m mutilated, infatuated with big brother looking down on me. Checking in, a sarcastic grinlets me know that he’s watching me. Well his eye is burning and my forehead is hurting. So I turn and walk away from this jaded bully although he sees through me. But I will not follow. As I’m plunging to hell I’ll tell Lucifer you sent me and I’ll spit in his face. I’m damning myself to a lonely and humble grave where my bones are rotting. You’ve all forgot me, my imprint is patched up and under the daisies, I’m here with you there and pushing them up, hand in hand. But as they grow you become dead and done. As I’m plunging to hell I’ll wear your face of rejection.
If you need me I’ll be here with my arms crossed in a hole, cause I’m dead here with your head near, the ground listening for a soul. You never knew me, you still don’t know I’m here in a coffin. Can you hear me? I thought I was yelling loud and clear.
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