We’re going to a show for the first time in a long time (if everything works out). Becky’s driving. Should be wild.
I haven’t seen Kevin in a long while, but I guess I’ll live and so will he. It wasn’t love. He can’t love, and neither can I.
When I listen to music, sometimes love seems so close at hand, so near that I can touch it. But then I think that’s only a silly dream.
I want to hurt somebody. I want to run into Matt Mueller and hurt him, make him beg for mercy.
just ignore me... 
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