a late night saint Patrick's day recording of an old song i wrote about a year and a half ago, I think I was nineteen. Not sure though so don't quote me on that. John Wannamaker, Unconditional Love, Guitar, Acoustic, Singer Songwriter, Stupid young white male trying to express himself, I feel like I did a good job, but in no way will be surprised if everything think it sucks. pretty shitty rendition, in terms of recording but I'm drunk as piss and rightfully depressed so I think the emotion came out well. And seriously, If i see anyone try to describe me as some whiny white boy emo cutter who's sad cause some girl didn't return his call i will be unbelievable pissed off. I'm a hard person to upset, I'm a very rational quick to get over things kind of individual, this was important, and this hurt. Its hard when you know the right thing to do, is let a person you've loved for over 5 years go to experience life outside of yourself, completely aware that she might realize she can do much better. Its f**king sad. :) keep being nice, and thank you so much for taking the time to read this. If you made it this far in this paragraph find me on Facebook, John Wannamaker, College of Charleston, Ill be your friend. dead serious. amateur
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