Stump

“He sang “I wish I weren’t me” over and over again just flat of the key of love until he forgot the words and could only hum along. Everyday was the same. The same stupid smile on the same stupid boy. Until the days blurred into a haze and the boy dropped into a depression. Not a cool dark room and cigarette depression like the songs he loved, but one that felt like he was being smothered by a safe, suburban, monotonous blanket. Everything felt like a headache to the boy. Every face, every stupid stuttered sentence all wrapped up into the biggest headache ever. So the boy took an aspirin. And another and another and then went to sleep, lullabyed by hopes he would never wake up to.”
― Pete Wentz, The Boy with the Thorn in His Side

“Let’s just make it through tonight, worry about the rest later.”
― Pete Wentz, Gray

“I’m not just taking trips down memory lane; I’m broken down on it.”
― Pete Wentz, Gray

“Our brains may lie to us, but our hearts never do.”
― Pete Wentz, Gray