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| onceagainistandalone (profile) wrote, on 2-14-2003 at 8:24pm | |
| Subject: I wanna live life.. |
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| To whom it may concern: Hi, my name is Matt. I'm 16 years old, I don't have a job, I live with people I don't like, I have a guitar that im going to make a life with, and a cd player that is always running. I smoke and I drink on occasion. I have a passion for dim lighting and piano music. I want to live in an east coast 2 room apartment with wood floors and a creaky staircase. I want to walk along the sidewalks in the winter wearing my scarf and actually aprreciate the beauty of the cold instead of loathing it as I do now. I like to think that there is a soundtrack to my life. The sound of dried leaves blowing across a parking lot that has weeds growing up from its cracks, soft piano music and a slightly out of tune acoustic guitar while someone hums in the background. I hear it in my head all day long and beg for it to be real, to take me away from this place i so despise. I'm going to make it out of here someday. I'm going to be someone, and i want to take you with me. That guitar I talked about? Its going to take me across this country and across this world. I'm going to be an international superstar. Then one day I'll get sick of it all, do 17 grams of pure cocaine and blow my head off with a 12 gauge shotgun. But not before i write one last song and record it on my trusty handheld tape recorder. That song would be called "For You" and it would be for the love of my life. I guess you could say I'd end up being a selfish bastard for killing myself and all, but you can't fight destiny. I'm going to love it so much that it will have to be taken from me. I don't belive that I was meant to be here, maybe thats why im predicting my future like this. But I'll live out my life and go out in a big way. Thanks for listning to me ramble. Sincerely, Matthew James Hinton |
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| Anonymous | to the matt that it may concern:, 02-14-03 9:36pm Hi, my name is casey. KC for short. I'm 16 years old and hope to get a job this summer, but right now, i babysit. i like my family, they're nice to me. and my camera is going to let me survive in this world. my cd player is always running, and im addicted to music. i want to live in NYC in a single room apartment with broken down everything and my art hanging on the walls. i used to live in NY, so i love the winter and scarves are my favorite pieces of clothing. every mix i make is the soundtrack to my life, and i have to make a lot, becuase im bipolar. but thats okay, it makes everything fun. i don't mind being in a place i hate, because i always have my mind, and that i love. i love to sit and think about nothing that means everything to me. it gets me out of order and puts me into confusion, which i need. that camera i talk about? it is my world. it was my grandfathers, he gave it to me along with all of his stuff. when i hold it in my hands, i feel the world melt and i just have a connection with that old nikon. thats the only love i have. the only love i want. everything is so overrated and it pisses me off to no end. but im still waiting for the day that i get my hands on some pure magical heroin and shoot myself through my mouth. i guess i could say i'd be giving a blowjob to sin. im not selfish for killing myself, because im already dying, and thats how i like it. im happy to know this. i don't care if you like to hear me ramble or not, but i guess its the closest thing i've got to a friend right now.
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| ifyouhadtoguess | Re: to the matt that it may concern:, 02-14-03 9:38pm maybe i should have posted that while logged in.
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