Fuck an apology, I'm not sorry for anything.
I spent this year as a ghost and I'm not sure what I'm looking for.
I'm a history of bad decisions.
"Depression grabbed his throat and, choked the life out of him slowly; I got the same blood coursing through my veins; it'll come for me eventually."
If you never break then you'll never know how to put yourself back together. A mostly pop punk/punk rock blog about music and life.