There aint no color in the sky,anymore & I don't feel much like singing Can't see what for There aint no comfort in this life,anymore

All that I can see thats ahead of me Looks like such a chore







last night i cleaned my entire room.

i woke up in the middle of the night to go to the b-room, and i thought my room had been robbed and someone had stolen everything.

turns out i just had a cleaning fit.



it snowed yesterday, it was awful.

fucking frosty the snow faggot.

hannah is coming. wooo hooo.

i could go for some sleep, but doubt i'd be able to.

bruno was sooo talkative last night. it was ridiculous.

lauren beat up fatty patty chelsea.

damn straight.

nothing left to complain about.

peace out fools.

in the first songs he declared"if I can't be a lover then I'll be a pest," rendering his love from afar both real and unreal, genuine and neurotic at the same time. "The biggest nightmare," he says, "was I'd been writing songs about her all the time, and I saw this special on tv about this guy who had been plaguing this woman, and they said, 'why are you bugging this woman all the time. And he goes (with this Johnston's voice drops, his face turning grim) I love her. It blew my mind, because I thought, is that me? Is that what it's like [for her]?"

-about daniel johnson