|The day the music died...
||[Dec. 10th, 2004|10:05 pm]
I went to Kevin's open mic, he played really well, I'm shy around Blake kids, whatevs.. I was planning on a pretty chill night since Maddie ditched and Kate got fucked.. All was fine.|
Enter breakdown. I was driving home and that song came on. I think I died and went to hell. I don't know what the fucking problem is. I'm falling and I know I am, and I don't even care anymore. I feel so full of secrets right now. But it doesn't matter. Who the fuck would I tell anyway? I was going to drive out to Buffalo and just stay at the one place until midnight or whenever the hell I felt like, but I'm pretty dead positive that would have fucked me over even more..
Enter lies. Enter hate. Enter panic.
That place? Yeah.. Buffalo. Dickenson's Springs. Where I've seen more stars than anywhere else in the world, and told more secrets, and broken more hearts, and broken myself more than anywhere else in the world. But I didn't go there tonight.
I don't know what the problem is. It's December 10th. It's been so much time, yet no time at all. The world is dangling by an oh-so-thin string.
xo, the story goes