Allison is the only one who has someone to miss in their original world and nobody is acknowledging it. I don't even think they realize it.

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Allison is the only one who has someone to miss in their original world and nobody is acknowledging it. I don't even think they realize it.
Kling was tite. Only Siblings So Nectar and Bliss Fields were amazing. next gig is 3/24 at the grog
how are kids so dumb pt.2
[3:46:23 PM] Prax Nguyen: yeah omg. how are kids this dumb
[3:46:26 PM] Prax Nguyen: i was never this dumb
[3:46:28 PM] Prax Nguyen: my head. LOL
[3:57:56 PM] archivalink: you never blamed anything on a friend? haha
[3:58:34 PM] Prax Nguyen: no
[3:58:38 PM] Prax Nguyen: i had no friends to blame
[3:58:38 PM] Prax Nguyen: LOL
[3:58:44 PM] archivalink: HAHAHA
[3:58:56 PM] Prax Nguyen: how dare you laugh
Brother: *walks into my room with annoyed face* What do you want!?
Me: o.o I don't know...You walked into my room with me here asking me that...not your room...
Brother: *leaves*
The sting of nostalgia, I can feel it.
You'd think that after 24 years of knowing each other, we'd be able to treat each other more maturely. But nope, we hate each other with a burning passion from within. Yet, we still stand the other in a way that we can laugh lightly for a few minuets at old memories with out ripping the other's throats out. Small games, when we were only 6 and 16. The breaking of bones, and deafening joyous shrieks ringing through the house. Begging of commercial theme songs to be played on a guitar that I pleaded each day to be taught how to play, only to be rejected. A blur of girlfriends, pounding music, late nights watching shows that I was way to young to understand, the yelling, the crying, the fights, and being left behind in a house that I couldn't relate to anyone in race through my thoughts. And I hate it.