The Blues.

my over dependency on my memories have always kept me bitter knowing that reality isnt going to become the outcome of it. they're mostly influenced by the seasons in wich memory took place in. parting ways with the past is a memorable moment though that i hope will one day outweigh all the moments i've parted ways with. i've been sifting in and out of sleep. solitude is a toss and turn. living through the inbetween, i've noticed the growth of this dark ignorance of existence that has been created over the years. surely, alot has changed since the days, but simple memories such as a little bit of orange anarchy keeps walls paper thin. since the days, most of my time seems to thin itself. i'd much rather sleep because to me dreams have more to offer. the days left me falling asleep without my heart. it kept me thinking. the long path doesn't have much to say. nothing to offer but a simple table to place my hopes down apon. you sit down and stare across the shoreline. nothing like a little peace of mind. ive watched as the worst has prayed on the ones ive looked up to. ive watched them fall and never get back up. ive watched and took part in a hand shake filled with nothing but spite and selfishness for the next move after would be the complete opposite of an actual handshake. ive watched and took part in not putting in enough effort to apply yourself to capture what should be rightfully yours, because you never knew a damn to give it. to my knowledge, my knowledge hasn't been shared. my sense, hasn't actually ever made sense but does that make me unique? should i hold that close and be my own person? should i be worried? who am i? the replay of an old cold man who got dealt a shitty hand of cards? or am i the replay image that didnt know how to play to get the cards dealt to him? i've learned if you are down, you have the option to be up. if you dont take that opportunity, you are a coward. the sun came up again and i'll start my day without any sleep, again.

Life.

I fail to believe anybody ever read this, or if they do, still reads this, and i like it that way. I havent actually sat down and wrote anything in awhile. I have some money, and i am finally getting my car on the road. Alot of my old friends came back from college, and i have been trying to reach out to them and to correct the wrong ive done to them but it seems to be all empty words on their side. What more can i do? When it all comes down to the bottom line, ive finally after all these years found the ones who matter. It has been a war within everybody i know vs myself for sometime now, but thats just how i am sometimes. I am very stubborn, spiteful, and what many care about, doesnt even exist to me. Terrible. Now that i have grown up, and everybody around me has grown up, ive looked around to see what we have all done for ourselves, and where our futures seem to be taking us. Now, growing up, i was the one who rebelled, so in the eye of the public, i was frowned apon. But when i look out, i cant help but get the strong feeling that i am right on track, and a little more sure of who i am as a person, then that " public eye ", and who ive spent my years getting judged by. What mattered most growing up, doesnt matter anymore. All the strings attached to anything, no longer exist. Everybody is doing them in all sorts of different ways for a different outcome. All the people ive grown to love, i have ended up hating over some sort of attachment and or complication. That is all gone now, and i wish i knew life would end up like this so some time would have been saved. Nothing stands in the way now. The future ahead of us at the time, is now here and i am anxious to see what is ahead of me now. If its moving to the city with Chez to go to school for a year, or to see where this band takes me. Or maybe i will make a new band in the city? Anything. Or maybe you and I can reunite now that the little grey area is now gone, and the unbreakable wall has now dissapeared. Life is weird and it has a mean punch, but next time it grabs me i will hit it head on. I am taking what is mine. And as cliche as that sounds, that is you, and my dreams, and i cant see myself stopping. You know that. Im sure whoever ends up coming across this knows that, and i will see you out there.

hey dog

i have a beard now.
its more badass in real life, promise.
im happy, everythings in place.
i have a future now too.
i hope it works like a magnet.
sup yo?

i watched your ship sink.

i slept from 10 am straight to 10pm. then layed in my bed till 2:50 am then slept till now, 630 am. now what do i do? im ready to challenge the world to a foot race, lets do it. id tell you what i did or something, but i havent done anything but sleep. my bad son.

chillin

wokeup and went to the mall.
so many of the same kids.
stop picking on younger kids who dont know better.
if you do you're just as lame as they are, if not worse.
hungout at pesces with friends.
left then went to shawns to hang with more friends.
im listening and enjoying senses fail right now.


someone anonymsly(speltwrongprobably) told me i made this for attention. wich is cool, i get it completely why you would say this. they were probably my friend. i guess its a crime to enjoy writing? especially if its what you 100 percent feel no matter how much of a broken record the topic is? dont care then dont read it. dont knock it, or you can, whatever. atleast you're reading and forming an opinion, good or bad on it. im listening to senses fail, hate me for that instead. do it. im enjoying it too. what's up now? you're so hardcore.

oh and

nuff said nigga

whats todays date?

i dont really have much to say, no one even reads this. i spend most of my time now sleeping. i havent gone out in awhile, and if i do its by myself. i think without complaining and sounding down, i am just happier alone. spending time alone more often then with people, makes you relize alot of things. going out and seeing people, theyre characteristics that they inherited from others glow and its as if everything they truely are is invisable and you can only see whats fake and not supposed to be there. its really sad actually. i dont know how you can be anyone but yourself. but thats not my problem so oh well. i want to go to the mall today or tonight to get some food and get a pair of shoes. we'll see what happens, ill probably watch a movie and fall asleep instead though. take the lonely road. it has been really nice though not dealing with anyones shit. ive always wanted someone to be there, and to basically more or less have but i guess i never relized, all the time fighting for that opportunity with her, in the meantime i was getting stronger by myself. someone asked me this morning why i dont take classes at brookdale, and it felt so far out of reach. i wish growing up, i took the help. i have always wanted to do everything by myself, and i never did anything i didnt want to. im not saying im not proud for taking the hard way out, im just saying i guess when you dont read the instructions when you build something, it has a most likely chance of being less accurate when its finished. lifes okay though, i cant complain. i found my way when i was a little kid, and i will make it work no matter what. see you on the other side.