“My @ name would be Josh’s Eyebrow”
Oui Oui Oui
I plan to post significantly more than I usually do, and to post quality content that will actually make Jamie and Riley proud of me for once.
The truth is, I really do not know what to post, becAUSE I’M BORING AND WILL PROBABLY ONLY TALK ABOUT JOSH DUN’S BACK AND TYLER JOSEPH’S EYEBROW.
Can I ramble?
I think I can ramble.
Probably not, and if this post gets deleted I won’t be surprised *sigh*
Have you heard Macintosh Plus yet? Y’know that internet meme that goes
BUUU BUUUU BUU BU BU BU BUUUUU BU BUUUUUUU
Man I love that song.
*I’m trying to think of something to say give me a minute*
‘On Melancholy Hill’ by Gorillaz has been going through my head all day.
I cried whilst listening to it.
no shame. no shame.
Up on melancholy hill….
There’s a plastic tree..
Are you here with me..?
Just looking out on the day…
Of another dream…
It’s so beautiful. I cant stop listening to it.
In fact, I’m listening to it right now.
It all fits together so well.
It brings me back to when things were okay.
when I was okay.
okAY BUT HERE’S MY THING ABOUT THE VIDEO
whY WOULD THEY LET MURDOC DRIVE THE SUBMARINE LIKE HAVE THEY NOT LEARNED A THING FROM 19-2000 AND STYLO LIKE?!???!11!11!!!
whoops I got a lil’ loud there.
Edit: Either Riley or Jamie edited this post with an ‘explicit language acronym warning.’ I’m actually quite disappointed, as I actually tried to write a post that would maybe make them proud of me for once, because I know they view my posts as meaningless and unentertaining. At least it was an acronym. Geez….
Again, If you want me to leave.
That’s completely fine with me.
Have you read the poem I posted earlier?
It’s The Devil !!
Well you should.
I wasn’t feeling particularly okay or happy when I was writing it outside during related arts today.
And thus I took out my iPad and began to write how I felt.
And that’s what came out.
A long, depressing poem about how guilty I feel for everything I do to others and how it causes me to feel hated and unwanted.
This is getting too depressing I need to stop.
See, that ^ is what I mean.
I’m just a mess.
And I don’t mean that in a funny, sarcastic way.
I mean that as in I’m a tornado that blows through the cities of the ones I love without stopping. I know I want to stop myself, but I can’t. I destroy every relationship with anyone I have, and it never stops. I honestly think they look at me as some annoying hyper freak with bad eyeliner.
I’m sorry, I’m rambling again.
It’s just been a rough past few weeks.
That poem was extremely depressing
(it was about myself btw).
I hope it didn’t upset you.
I can’t ramble anymore or this post will get deleted.
And here’s your daily motivation.
You’re doing better than me. That’s plus.
NEXT WEEK ON BUZZFEED UNSOLVED
The mysterious falling trashcans. Ghosts? I think so..
“You look tired dear, too many late nights, eh?”
Before I go, I want to say one more thing.
I wrote a song called snoozeville, which also describes how I feel in this time of distress.
I find love, isn’t true…
And what we have we always loose….
It’s all pretty self-explanatory.
“This town will never change. People come and go, It’s all the same.”