Trading My Ellipsis For Exclamation Marks

And why shouldn't I.
Happiness, comfort and understanding feels much better than instability, fakeness and deceit.
I always hoped this would happen.
I always alluded to it.
That one moment where everything else disappears.
That one moment where you realize that there is someone else in this world who gets you.
Anyone who would begrudge me of that, isn't anyone I want to know.

Hammers and Strings

I don't need a fake. I don't need someone who lies to themselves. I need someone who is comfortable enough with themselves to be comfortable with someone else.

Mark my words, she's out there, and she's close. Maybe I've met her already.

Piano lessons soon.

First Words and Lost Hearts

Maybe you ARE far away, but in reality you really aren't.
I understand things in your head, even the fucked up things,
kinds of things that makes me feel like we are so much closer,
at times I think we really are close, close to so much,
let me in. We both know this could work, Thats really all I want,
all I need. All WE need.


I miss the poop a lot today. I can't wait to see him. Mom said he is talking more and more each day. Sister posted a picture of him on facebook. He's sitting down in a cupboard. Smiling.

How can I NOT miss home with such an amazing nephew.

Fake Fashions and Lifestyles.

There is a lot of things that I don't do. Maybe some of them I did once, but most people grow up. Emphasis on most.

I don't dress a certain way to make myself look smart or attractive. I dress how I want to. I'm comfortable in band shirts, or white t-shirts and blue jeans.
I don't lead people on. They know where they stand and how I really feel. If they think I'm leading them on they are probably lying to themselves.
I don't take pictures to try and hide my true nature through a series of pictures that make me look innocent or alone.

I could go on and on. But I won't, because I don't use my computer to pick people apart.

Forget drama, forget beefs and stop lying to yourself. You could be so much better.

I've Never Been To Dude Manor (and now I probably never will)

The very last song I wrote with Syracuse Me went like this:

"I won't be here when the sun comes up
I have to get myself out of this rut
But if I'm out of the loop I guess I'm out of touch
But I won't be here when the sun comes up"

On August 30th, 2008 I screamed these words to a room full of people
On September 1st, 2008 they became a reality. My reality.