The band recorded a new demo with Eric Casey. Sounds sick, I'm pretty happy about it. Check out the tracks at our Myspace.


I wish it were snowing.

I'm better then I was. I'm still sad. My hearts still broken. But I think it's allowed to be. I lost you all over again. I wrote and sent you a letter today. Telling you goodbye. I hate saying goodbye. Especially to you but it had to be done. Everything just hurts too much. I don't do much besides sleep. And I only sleep so that I don't have to feel. And so that I don't have to see the night. The night makes it all worse. I realized all I want is for people to feel back the same way I feel. I just want you to love me back. I'm killing myself trying to figure out how you stopped loving me. And you gave me hope the other day. And then just ripped it away again. I don't like how you've changed. What happened to your honest. Your trustworthyness. Your loyalty. I read your letters every day and night. And wonder where it all went. How all the 'I love you's now mean nothing. If somebody loves you, won't they always love you? I miss you.


The thing you didn't know. Is how every night for two years, eleven months and four days I have looked for the moon. No matter what state or country I was in. I looked for it. Because I knew that was the only thing we could both see from where we stood. I still look for it. Even though I know that for the past three months. You haven't been looking. That it's only me. I'm alone now.

i put myself out there. and you rejected me. again.

chris conley is trying to sing my broken heart whole again.

show last night was good. nice and loud and long. i didn't mosh at all, wasn't in the mood. but most of the bands were good. one sucked. a few were decent. a few were good. so if you live anywhere that iwrestledabearonce or see you next tuesday is coming by. go see them. support to the scene.

i'm tired. my throat hurts. my back hurts. i drove from 10-12 pm last night and it sucked. but tonight i have a dateish deal. and i am quite nervous.