2005: I was 20 and excited to welcome it. Goodbye teenage years. I still couldn’t drink and go to the Viper Room. I also saw Avenged Sevenfold at 20 years old. It was awesome.
2007: Hello 22. I still went to shows. I saw Aiden twice that year. Good times.
2012: 27. Golden birthday! I’m so glad I spent it at the Viper Room and saw Julien-K. Oh and I also saw Thenewno2 twice that year too. Twice for free! (Amoeba and got guest listed by Jon Sadoff 3 months later)
2014: almost 29. Thank you 20’s for the memories. I’m freaked out but I shouldn’t be. It’s just a number, right?
When people choose a person over you and then when they have no one else they come running back to you. No, fuck you. Fuck you for not being there for me when I needed you. fuck you for never making an effort to see me because you had someone else
What if…we are all just characters in a person’s book…and all the shit that happens to us that we can’t control is the author being a dick to their characters…and like..why we break up with people…because…those pairings weren’t canon…and when we forget what we’re doing…writersblock…or the feeling of deja vu is really the author alluding to a previous event…