tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588003887388306262012-02-16T03:24:59.627-08:00lizzie-stumphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16891412926036044862noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858800388738830626.post-31959824666253967822010-02-12T08:14:00.001-08:002010-02-12T08:19:54.355-08:00I've done this before - a blog, I mean. I did it at a point in my life where I felt lonely, annoyed, frustrated and just plain angry. I was angry that nobody read my blog, angry that nobody seemed to like me, angry because nobody else knew how I feel.<br /><br />Then, I began listening to Fall Out Boy again. I used to like them, but never paid much attention to their lyrics or even the people in the band. Yes, I didn't really know who Pete Wentz was.<br /><br />But, anyway, back on topic, I began listening to Fall Out Boy again. Their lyrics 'spoke to me,' you could say. They knew how I felt. And that made me feel better. It became a release for me, it was amazing. I have an enormous amount of gratitude for Fall Out Boy, they didn't "save my life" because my life wasn't in danger, but they certainly made it a hell of a lot better.<br /><br />I may not blog much, I don't really have time for this stuff, writing all about myself, practically telling the world that they have to care about what I do.<br /><br />No, you don't need to know my every move. And I don't intend on telling you my every move, either.<br /><br /><br />-XO, Elizabeth.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858800388738830626-3195982466625396782?l=wokeupafraud.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lizzie-stumphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16891412926036044862noreply@blogger.com0