Propagandhi lyrics. I don't really listen to them, but this journal post is all about my spring break and what the fuck has happened to me, or at least what I hoped has happened to me.
Basically, Ian and I broke up on January 28 or so because he was being a little drama queen about me and my best friend, Michael. And for a long time, I didn't get over Ian. I firmly believe that love has no past tense, but Ian said "I love you" to me so fast that I am pretty sure I have no fricking idea what love is.
Then two weeks ago, I went to Cal Poly for a music festival and it was nice. Getting away from my little Asswipe, Nowhere to the paradise of th