I have realized today that I’m an outcast everywhere. In my life outside of the internet (wow, that sounds dorky) I have a few close friends. I don’t really go to parties, and I don’t have a huge group of friends. On Twitter, I have about 40 followers… and not really any of them give a damn. On Polyvore, I’m not well known at all. Even here on Tumblr, where there are tons of people who share similiar tastes to me, I still find it hard to make friends. I suppose that I’m socially awkward. I never really know what to say. I’m afraid of making a fool of myself because I know I will. Obviously, I need to grow a set.
Anyways, just something that crossed my mind today.
Bury, (The Black Parade) Drive To The Motel Romance Definitely Isn’t Our Thing Save Yourself, I’ll Hold Them Back 1992 Hail To The King Cosy You Ate My Death! Bullet Proof Heart Death Before Disco Am I Still Alive? The Drugs Monster Mash Kiss The Ring Black Dragon Fighting Society The Light Behind Your Eyes The Only Hope For Me Is You
I would have absolutely no problem with people downloading my music for free. Sure, you don’t make money if people aren’t buying it. Blah blah blah. But where would a musician be if their music wasn’t getting out there? And usually, if I listen to some songs and I find that I like said musician, I’ll go out and buy the CD. Money really isn’t everything. I’ve seen heads of record labels complaining that there is no future to music because there is ‘no profit’. I find that hard to believe. I’ve watched Cribs. Some musicians have pretty sweet houses. Sharing is caring.
I fuckin’ swear that I care but it’s hard when you stare into the bottom of a bottle that is empty and bare all my desolate soul in my desolate home it’s my desolate role yeah I’m here all alone I can’t think of a reason to get the fuck out of bed curtains closed, lights are off Am I alive or dead? I haven’t shaved in a week I always slur when I speak tolerance at it’s peak another fifth just to sleep oh woe is me woe is me I guess I need love hoes ya see hoes ya see I’m just in a rut and I swear I’m tryin baby please Baby don’t leave god-damn I’m a fuck-up But I guess that´s just me so I sit in my room and I’ll cry in my bed thinkin about all the shit that made me wrong in my head I keep tryin to climb but it seems so steep pour myself a fuckin’ whisky and go back to sleep…