I like bands and my electric guitar is my diary. My ears are deaf from headphones and I like to use profane words.
I am potato, let us engage in potation at my farm.
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tragic isn’t it?
the feeling of Christmas coming and going without a whisper of a memory. the lack of nostalgia, somehow it just feels like i’m still waiting for Christmas and yet it’s come and gone just like that.
i can only hope for the best in 2012, because the past year is one that has been too much for me to bare.
i know it’s a cliche but…2012 please please be good to me, because 2011 was agony at it’s best.
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