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scream at the drunken moon

What's so good about picking up the pieces

I wake up I can barely breath it happened again it feels like I only just got to sleep too I look at my phone for the time yay I was right not long asleep and I’m already awake fucked up from a damn dream new record thanks brain, I walk over and get my acoustic and start playing some notes I guess ill work on yet another song I’ve written over a hundred already because of my lack of sleep.

It was always the same dreams every night and always ended the same I would die or izzy would be grabbed by our attackers I would wake up every time I know it sound lame but its really terrifying, sometimes there would be a different dream but I would still die weather it was by my own hand or someone else.

I scribbled down “ don’t give up just keep pushing on even though times would get rough just think of it as your levelling up” eww it sounds so happy I throw my note book away and decide to go back up to the roof the crisp cold air was perfect I pulled out another smoke and laid down close my eyes and took in all the neighbourhood noises and the sound of my music playing softly.

Before I knew it, it was daylight time to go back inside I guess I gather my clothes for the day and go in a shower once I was done I walked back to my room and put on my black ripped skinny jeans my bring me the horizons band tank top, black high top converse’s, a few accessories, I then proceeded to straighten my hair and apply some makeup to conver my darkening eyes and bruises, today was my first day back at school as much as I didn’t want to go I had to izzy wants me to graduate.

After I grabbed my black beanie I was ready to go down stairs and start breakfast as I walked down out staircase I smelt pancakes izzy must have beaten me to making breakfast I walked into the kitchen to see a very chirpy izzy handing me my morning coffee and plate of pancakes with maple syrup.

“Thank you izzy” I said she giggled and sat down next to me we were both silent while we ate until it was time for both of us to go I grabbed my skateboard and bag before heading out the door.

“Bye izzy have a good day at work” I said in the happiest way possible

“I will lola have a good day back at school I hope you’ll be ok but if you need me to come get you at any point just give me a call and ill come get you” she replied

we both went our separate ways she works for some magazine I cant remember which one but she gets to interview bands I guess that’s why we can move to san Diego without any work problems most of the bands are out that way anyway.