I’m so punk rock I listen to whatever the fuck sounds good to me.
Wow I am having an emotional breakdown because I have been thinking about one of my best childhood friends who died in a house fire when we were little and I miss him and I wish I could have seen the person he would have grown up to be. I know he would have been an amazing very strong person and we should have been good friends still but it’s just hard. I miss the hell out of Matt. But I know whatever plane he now exists on he is a fucking beast and he is probably looking upon me with his silly ginger hair and freckles and fuck you disposition, telling me not to cry for him but I can’t help it. I can’t help but wonder if I’m still the only person who cries over his death.