I don't know where I
Am going to rest my head tonight.
So I won't promise that I'll speak
To you today,
But if I ever find
Another place, a better time
For that moment,
I was never what I am.
Take to me to where you are,
What you've become,
And what you will do
When I am gone.
I won't forget,
I won't forget.
Maybe someday,
You'll be somewhere
Talking to me
As if you knew me,
Saying, I'll be home for next year, darling.
I'll be home for next year.
Drowning Lessons.
Without a sound.
Wednesday, December 26, 2012
Thursday, June 28, 2012
Thursday, June 21, 2012
don't fear.
I've always been obsessed with happy songs that have morbid lyrics. Lyrically, this song is one of the darkest I've ever written. It's about being obsessed with someone to the point where you're hurting yourself. A lot of it is written almost like a suicide note meant to be found by the one you love. It's completely crazy and extreme, but it's also comforting to say out loud the things you’re thinking sometimes.
-Vic Fuentes
Tuesday, June 05, 2012
emo season #1
sigh sigh sigh sigh sigh sigh sigh.
No matter how much comfort food I try to stuff myself with, I can't fight this feeling anymore ~~
Amazing songs from the past :(
No matter how much comfort food I try to stuff myself with, I can't fight this feeling anymore ~~
Amazing songs from the past :(
Monday, June 04, 2012
facepalm moments make me want to choke myself
Random conversation between a doctor and an attached observer/job shadower in a hospital lift that I chanced upon.
'So, what JC are you from?'
'JC X.'
'Oh, where is it...?'
'Erm.. Somewhere in YYY.'
'Oh... then your secondary school...?'
' ZZZ secondary school.'
'I see....'
And an awkward moment in the lift ensued.
I could see the size of the observer shrinking at the corner of my eye as he stared at his feet, wondering what to say to diffuse this situation.
***
Really?
'So, what JC are you from?'
'JC X.'
'Oh, where is it...?'
'Erm.. Somewhere in YYY.'
'Oh... then your secondary school...?'
' ZZZ secondary school.'
'I see....'
And an awkward moment in the lift ensued.
I could see the size of the observer shrinking at the corner of my eye as he stared at his feet, wondering what to say to diffuse this situation.
***
Really?
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