This.

Please stand by, we've come so far. Four years, we survived the ride that turned us inside out.
Repeat after me, just scream and shout "It was the best of times from broken homes and battle scars to where we are."
Graduate, paper chase, we'll get out of this place, don't turn around. Hit the highway, pour some liquor out for this town, now thats all for us, its last call drink up.
Roll it out, its over now. we're the cast-outs with messed up friends who never did fit in
Don't care where it ends, it doesn't matter now, as long as we're one, we'll take the next bus
Destination: Setting sun
This is an open invite for all to attend. Don't ask too many questions now, don't tell us how it ends, because we're the ones who wrote the end.

Agus, ésta es nuestra canción, definitivamente, no puedo parar de comprobarlo cada vez que la escucho. Se llama paper chase, de The Academy Is...
Escuchala cuando leas esto.

Qué es esa cabeza?

Feliz cumpleaños, Brendon Boyd. Genio.

Pick Your Artist: The All- American Rejects

Are you male or female: Damn Girl
Describe yourself: One More Sad Song
How do you feel about yourself: My Paper Heart
Describe where you currently live: Real World
If you could go anywhere, where would you go: Back To Me
Your favourite form of transportation: Night Drive
Your best friend is: She Mannequin
Your favourite colour is: Fembot (????????????????????????????????)
What's the weather like: The Wind Blows.
Favourite time of day: 11:11 PM
If your life was a TV show, what would it be called: Fallin' Apart
What is life to you: Gives You Hell
What is the best advice you have to give: Why Worry
Your favourite food is: I Wanna
Thought for the Day: Girl Of My Dreams
How I would like to die: Stab My Back
My soul's present condition: Breakin'

You deserve the stars.

"I kept almost nothing of you around. It made me sick to see those things. I bought a hard drive and moved every picture and video and hid them away in the bottom of a box. I took the painting you painted for me and wrapped it in tissue, you wanted me to have those painted flowers forever, and now, never again. I took the book, the cd and the shirt I ordered because I wanted to always feel like I was supporting you, even when my money didn't matter, and put them in the bottom of that box also. I left every card, every flower, every picture frame, ever ticket stub from every movie we ever saw, I left the ticket stub from our first date, I left the ticket stub from our last date hours before I left you and the time you pulled me closer and told me Billy Joel was singing "she's got a way" just for me. I left everything you ever gave me. I only took the very first love letter you ever wrote me, the one where you promised to never hurt me, where you told me how lucky you felt to be loved by me, and in it promised me the world.

I moved this week and I found that box. I was wondering how it would feel to see those things again. It felt terrible. "

God, Kelts, me partís, no puedo saber que estás mal!