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Blink 182 <3

According to AP, Neighborhoods is coming out today!! I'm so haaaappppyyyyyy!!!!! I can't wait to buy it :D

I drew this portrait of Tom Delonge from the lyric-book thingy from Take Off Your Pants and Jacket!! Tell meh what you think!! :3

-Artistic Agony x_x

Famous Living Dead (part 22)

Frank's P.O.V:
I haven't grown close to Ray at all. He was just one of those people that I found difficult to “connect” with. I've known him for just a couple weeks, and he said he was going to amputate Gerard's arm... He didn't even have a surgical license or anything. Wasn't I allowed to be just a tiny bit paranoid?
Ray cleaned up the machete and gathered his “supplies,” which included a large cloth, some gauze, and alcohol for disinfecting. Rather medical, ain't it? Gerard lied down in the back of the van, bawling his eyes out.

Famous Living Dead (part 21)

Gerard's P.O.V:
The words you never want to hear when someone is holding a machete in their hands, and talking about you: “I'm not kidding.”

Ray's P.O.V:
“WHAT?!” Frank bitterly scowled. “I know! I know, it seems ridiculous! But just s-stop. Just... SHUT THE FUCK UP!” I screamed. I needed time to think. I needed time to focus. I needed Frank to STOP being such an ASSHOLE, and stop YELLING at me! This wasn't a joke, and I was dead serious. “RA-” “SHUT UP!” I cut Frank off. I rubbed my temples, and kneeled down in front of Gerard, he was silently weeping.

im sorry.

i know im being an asshole by complaining about my life, when there are people who have it much worse than me. its difficult admitting that im wrong -considering how i feel at the moment- but still, i know it was wrong of me.

i apologize.

-Artistic Agony x_x

and i want to say thank you to the people that commented on my last blog <3 this is why i love this site.

what do you do...

when you feel extremely depressed, lonely, pissed, hurt, betrayed, empty, anti-soical, lazy, dumb, weird, unpopular, hated, a yell-target for your mom, unapreiciated, unloved and lost?

music isnt helping me.
my friends arent helping me.
art isnt helping me.
not even MCR, writing, poetry, crying, nothing.

i feel horrible because i am annoying the living SHIT out of all my friends with my depression. even my friends here! im sorry Zoe! im sorry Mia! im sorry to EVERYONE. im sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry. im sorry.

i wish my depression would stop. i give up.


Famous Living Dead (part 20)

Gerard's P.O.V:
“GO!” Frank commanded as he rushed out of the door, and into the empty and icy hallway. I did as he said, but I had no clue what was going on, I just knew it was something bad. He tightly held my sleeve in his hand, as he pushed me through the tall, black doors of the hospital. “Mikey! MIKEY!” He screamed at the van. My brother popped his head out of the back doors, with a worried look on his face. “Give me a CPSA. I need a FUCKING CPSA!” Frank demanded. Mikey didn't have to be told twice. In just a couple seconds he hopped out of the van, and came walking towards us.

Famous Living Dead (part 19)

Gerard's P.O.V:
Josie stumbled towards me, drooling more and more with every step. I knew this was my destiny, and nothing could change this. I wouldn't LET anything change this.

Frank's P.O.V:
I sprinted to the end of the hall, and made a sharp turn to the left. My shoes squeaked as I slid across the smooth, waxy floor. 16c was the last room in this hallway, and I had no faith that I would make it in time. But it was a worth a try, and I would never be able to forgive myself if I didn't at least try and save Gerard from doing something stupid.

got dumped last night...

so i wrote this poem. i wrote it this morning at school (while staring at my ex...) so it has a lot of hate.... anyway, tell me what you think! thanks.
-Artistic Agony x_x

White Revenge (no copying -.-)

I keep a gun underneath the pillow of my bed,
making sure all the pretty girls get shot dead.
Wake me up,
push me over the ledge,
sneak poison in my cup,
but once I put a gun to your head,
you'll be wishing you never fucked that slut.
Pleading for your life,
in the eyes of God.
Shut the fuck up, and get closer to this knife.
Never ending scars scatter your wrists,
permanent scratches that will

Famous Living Dead (part 18)

Sorry guys, this is pretty short. I haven't had much time to write lately, but it's better to have it short and exciting, than long and boring, riiiight?? yeah.... sorry for being optimistic.... i know you guys don't really care XP

Gerard's P.O.V:
This was usually the part when Frank would swoop in and save the day. I knew there was a tiny part of me begging me not to do this. But every other part in me drowned out that tiny voice. I knew that this was the right choice. If Frank didn't come and save me this time, it was for a reason.

Famous Living Dead (part 17)

Frank's P.O.V:
Gerard was my everything, and I couldn't afford to loose him. I knew I had to look for him. He could be anywhere in the hospital, depending where Josie was, and I had no idea where to start. So I went where my gut told me to go. Straight. Somehow, I always end up getting where I need to go by going straight. I held my gun with my two hands, and pointed it at the floor, as I glided across the white tiles. The air was getting colder, and thicker. I grasped my .45 tighter, and wrapped my fingers around the trigger.