Music:Planes Mistaken For Stars - Somewhere In September
It's around the anniversery of the time my heart was thrown on the floor, stomped and spit on. It doesn't effect me much anymore. But I have three anniverseries. My birthday, my heart attack, and the break up of the only person I'd consider an actual girlfriend.
And on days like these I regret all three ever happened.
And also, I had a very disturbing dream that I will discuss with with no one.