what a shit day

I'm going through some serious Green Day therapy.
It's like what Bolger said about Bruce Springsteen.
"Go back to Springsteen."
Whenever I'm having a shit time, I go back to Green Day. Brings back the best and worst in me...I don't know how they manage to bring back my rawest emotions with such full force. I've been debating for years whether it's the actual music or the feelings I've felt while listening to said music that bring them back.

So take the photographs, and still frames in your mind
Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time
Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial
For what it's worth it was worth all the while

I love my friends. I love my mother.
Oh memories. Well Wake Me Up When September Ends by Green Day just came on. It's not by any means my favorite Green Day song, as I'm not a huge fan of American Idiot, but it reminds me of seventh grade when I listened to it most. This song especially reminds me of Fridays after swim team in the winter time. We'd be driving up highway 410 to get to Greenwater from Enumclaw, Kay, my mother, and I, and Kay and I would be getting ready for a weekend of whatever we did. We all sung together at the top of our lungs and open the windows and yell into the dark.
Thanks guys & girlies, I love you.

Quiero abrazar.
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