My band, ERUEN has been nominated for this year's NU107.5 Rock Awards for Best College Band!

I know.

Whut???

I can't believe it either. I mean, it's not like we have regular gigs or have a "fanbase" outside aMp and AA people who still remember us back in highschool.

But well, there you go.

So, if you love us or me, or even if you don't... if we were once friends or even if you just know me in passing... PLEASE, PLEASE vote for us!! And if you REALLY want to make me happy, get anyone you can to vote too... HAHAHA!

I know, I know it's shameless and I wasn't supposed to do it but TO HELL WITH THAT!

It's really simple and won't take up much of your time.

CLICK THIS LINK, register to vote and you're all set!

it's my birthday.
you know what i want.
it's the only thing i ever asked of you.

i really don't like you.

it makes me happy to know that you're not.

i don't understand
this broken mirror
which side is solid?
which side is light and air?

THIS is all i have.

leaning towards go.

maybe i need a change.
a bigger one.

i'm tired of this.

you're really stupid.

out of it.

you know what, i can't be mad.
this is what i signed up for.
and you know... i'm not.
i just miss how things were.

but in this other case...
i have every right.
i want to let go.
i really do.
i just can't.

issa, you're seeing things again.

it couldn't have been.
impossible.

everywhere.

go away!

maybe i just want to prove it to myself so i can stop blaming myself.

we need to talk.

it's unfair.
i know i shouldn't.

but there's magic here.
everywhere else, it's ordinary.

i'm glad it was raining today.

"i wake up in the morning,
put on my face
---the one that's gonna get me
through another day.
doesn't really matter
how i feel inside
---this life is like a game sometimes."

it annoys me that you don't show up.

ripples to remind me that the rock is still skipping.

brandishing your independent fancies.

makes me wonder.

it's good for the soul.

i know it's really lame but JOE JONAS IS KINDA HOT! hahahahahahaahahahahaha!! yes, feel free to lob sell-out tomatoes at me.

"i just wanna love you."

"conniving with mediocrity...
push yourself to the limit of your sanity."

embarrassing.

identity crisis much?

random.

who are you and why are you talking to me?

do you promise?

it's kind of appropriate in a painful, annoying, embarrassing sort of way.

the wisdom of the greeks.

no chance at all.

no obligation.

"i'm a bad boy
'coz i don't even miss her.
i'm a bad boy
for breaking her heart.
and i'm free...
free fallin', fallin'..."

some days are harder than most.

it's all i do.

done.

it's all going to shit.

maybe i'm not built for this.

don't leave me alone. please.

help me. help me. help me. help me. help me.
help me. help me. help me. help me. help me.
help me. help me. help me. help me. help me.
help me. help me. help me. help me. help me.
help me. help me. help me. help me. help me.
help me. help me. help me. help me. help me.
help me. help me. help me. help me. help me.
help me. help me. help me. help me. help me.
help me. help me. help me. help me. help me.

save me...

it's not fair.

i'm dying here and you couldn't be more alive.

without me.

i eased the pain momentarily... only to have it back worse than before.

when does it end?

double-edged sword.

should i rush upon this blade?

maybe i won't be okay.

LISTEN TO ME!

is it possible for me to go back?

pay attention.

i can't do this on my own.

i put myself on a pedestal. like everyone else used to.

maybe i can't deal with just being one of you.

because i'm better than that.

or at least i used to be.

come back. come back. come back.

i trust you.

won't you just hold me and let me cry my eyes out?
because i think i've forgotten how.
i just need you to be there.
i just need you to care.
it was always more than just that to me.

spiraling to my doom.

dancing
drowning
in this cyclone of defeat.

your life is a hypocrisy
---one big, fat lie.
meaningless and empty.

you'd miss me, wouldn't you?

or maybe not.

maybe that's why it so hard to put myself back together again.

what would be the point?

everything i knew turned out to be wrong.
everything i've replaced it with feels wrong as well.
i can't take it.
i don't understand.
how can i be?

* * *

"Everyone's been scared to death of dying here alone

She is easier than love
Is easier than life
It's easier to fake and smile and bribe

It's easier to leave
It's easier to lie
It's harder to face ourselves at night
Feeling alone,
What have we done?
What is the monster we've become?

Where is my soul?

Numb..."