tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25255647258631318702012-02-16T19:43:40.435-08:00Alexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14462167216037336753noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2525564725863131870.post-53963832924187924492010-03-26T09:57:00.000-07:002010-03-26T09:59:55.090-07:00Why doesn't this blog have the ability to track my posts in GMT? It can't be as difficult as all that.<br /><br />Why do people like clubbing? You get pissed, can't talk or get to know people, make stupid decisions. I'm young and like to enjoy myself, but there are levels. There is more to life, and they don't even realise.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2525564725863131870-5396383292418792449?l=mysimplechords.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14462167216037336753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2525564725863131870.post-32023422001639852032010-03-26T09:54:00.000-07:002010-03-26T09:56:28.480-07:00You think I'm at the bottom of the pile, and you're at the top. "You" are everyone.<br />I love few things. But each one of them I love more than most people love everything they love.<br />I have headaches day-in-day-out.<br />I wonder if hyphons belong up there.<br />I'm clever.<br />I'm lazy.<br />I have potential.<br />Maybe I wont reach it.<br />Ever.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2525564725863131870-3202342200163985203?l=mysimplechords.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14462167216037336753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2525564725863131870.post-33926541322725513602010-03-26T09:48:00.000-07:002010-03-26T09:53:01.970-07:00Maybe if you're reading this you came here by choice. Maybe you did'nt intend to, perhaps you are here by accident. Perhaps nobody is here. Maybe nobody will ever read this.<br /><br />I've used this blog for a lot of different reasons, thoughts, feelings, music. Even looking back at it's history I realise how different I am to the person I was a few years ago. I've grown up, and I've come closer to being the person I want to be, but not close enough. But hey, everything takes time.<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"><div class="text_wrapper" style="overflow: hidden; margin-right: 23px; display: block;"><blockquote>old man look at my life<br />i'm nothing like you are<br />take a look at my life<br />i'm so very fucking far<br />from the person i aspire to be<br /><br />UNBREAKABLE</blockquote></div></span></span><br />Don't expect me to be kind. Don't expect me to be clear. And certainly don't expect me to tell you about the bands I like - unless you're worthy of it.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2525564725863131870-3392654132272551360?l=mysimplechords.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14462167216037336753noreply@blogger.com0