Monday, May 24, 2010

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.

Friday, February 26, 2010

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?

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

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.

Saturday, January 30, 2010

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.

Thursday, January 28, 2010

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.

Saturday, January 16, 2010

.

Say this is jealousy that im feeling well then im fine with that. You have a certain characteristic that gives you the means to not feel a fucking thing for anyone that isn’t you. Now tell me you’re not fucking selfish. For every kind hearted word that I spoke to you. I beg I could take back every syllable you ripped from my mouth as I screamed for you to understand. What it feels like to not be as important to someone as they are to you. Well I’ve been on both ends and my lesson was learned. So I tell the stories of collapsed lungs so maybe the fortunate could get a fighting chance to just cut and fucking run. Fuck saying the right things. I’m sick of being your crutch. I will never pick you up again. Don’t show me that face, you know the one that I’m talking about. You will never get under my skin again. Not another word. Not sorry for shit...
I’m leaving you breathless...
broken...
alive...
alive...