haha- from the depths of depression:

BrokeHalo7: you have breasts and a shitty understanding of life, that pretty muchmakes you a girl
GWARmaggot: haha thats the worst criteria for a girl ever
BrokeHalo7: haha whatever works
BrokeHalo7: the best girls are hot and shitty
GWARmaggot: when you kill yourself youre going to have like 300 shitty girls at your funeral
BrokeHalo7: hahaha we'll give them glowsticks and pacifiers and make it an awsome rave
GWARmaggot: youd have such a shitty funeral
GWARmaggot: so many people crying, it would be ridiculous. im totally not going
BrokeHalo7: tell me about it, i dont even want to go
BrokeHalo7: promise me you'll dump my body in the river the night before and just go and listen to metallica and flick everyone off at the funeral

lonliness is not as thrilling as it is in great novels and films filled with cigarettes and nice art.
but somehow i get the feeling i deserve to feel this way and can't bring myself to call you.

the phone has stopped ringing and all the wrong people are on the other end hanging on. i'm sorry, mom, you never said it was going to be this hard.









































i don't fit in anywhere and right now this is killing me.

don't have alot of words to say. someone is breaking my heart and i don't think they know about it.
on a lighter note kris roe from the ataris called me to tell me that my band rules and yours sucks.
for real- i love it.

we wrote a new song today called "goodbye, shermer illinois"- maybe you'll get to hear it for free at the metro on september 15. email me for free tickets- brokehalo7@aol.com

my insides are in her trophy case- and they're just for second place. this conversation is called "my consilation prize".

if i told you this was killing me, would you stop?

i know my problems aren't anything compared to what you're going through. and that maybe you'll just never call or never think about me again except to hate me. and that's okay because i took a picture of every moment in my head cause i knew i would never let it last. i'm sorry i'm distracted every time we talk. the phone feels so distant and i'm sorry that i always hang up too soon. i'm sorry that i'm writing this instead of telling you. and how you're always down and i'm such a drag cause i don't know what to say. just know that when you wake up tommorrow everything will be so different- "and i'm the only brokenhearted loser that you'll ever need"

jeff warren for president.

i'm going to have to face it. i am in love with avril lavigne and only want to get famous in some sick attempt to kiss her.

take off all those preppy clothes.

september 15 at the metro:

fall out boy
spitalfield
logans loss
august premiere

6pm show is free before 7

"when we get back from this place, i'll put a smile on your face"

nothing ever changes. it feels like nothing ever gets better.
what am i supposed to do when i don't think things will turn out okay in the end?

"and an ocean tumbled by with a private boat for max and he sailed off through night and day. and in and out of weeks and almost over a year to where the wild things are."

she's all secret smiles, i'm all broken jaws. and here's a hint don't fall for someone who begins every letter "too little, too late" or who thinks falling in love is like holding a grudge. where are the broken down hearts and the stories of love gone wrong? where are the maps to old movie stars homes so i can apologize for letting them "fall so far". california has me in such a mess. i'm in such a slump and i miss everyone who has ever held me.