SO MUCH TO REMEMBER, SO MUCH TO FORGET:
-I wish I could forget about a lot of things and start over again, knowing things I do now, but I know I can't. I always wish I was anywhere but here. Sometimes, I really miss the ocean, I love the waves.
I JUST MIGHT FxCKING HATE YOU:
-Don't judge me before you know me. Don't lie to me. I get along with pretty much everybody. But if you have a problem with me then I have a problem with you. If I'm not worth your time, then don't waste your time on me. If you hate me, I'll hate you.
A TALE OF TWO LOVES:
-I have two loves. One of them is music. Music has never left me, and has always returned every last piece of my heart I gave to it. Music has not let me down yet, and I hope it never does, but like I always say, "Nothing is perfect, and Nothing is forever. It looks like a whole lot of nothing is all we have left."
THE MUSIC IN ME:
-I'm a bass player/backing vocals in an awesome band Called Confession. You could follow that link. Life is Music and Music is Life. I can also play guitar and sing. I write lyrics and music. I believe music can piece together a broken soul, but only love can stop the bleeding.
NOBODY'S FxCKING MARTYR:
-Some people (Not all ... but more than one) have told me I'm some sort of "artistic genius", and that it shows through the emotion in everything I write or create. I can't grasp this idea, it will never sink in. 1) I'm not an artistic genius so I don't know why they said I am 2) Even if I was an artistic genius, I would never believe it. There's one real fucking thin line between genius and insanity, but can you see which side I walk on? I told you it kills me to feel like that, and I can't keep being anyone's martyr. I won't die for this if I don't need to.
DO I LOOK LIKE I CARE? KISS MY A$$:
-I really couldn't care less what most people think about me, anymore. So, if you talk about me, then you're just wasting your breath. Don't you think you're a little bit immature? I already know who I am and I don't need you to tell me what I'm not. A lot of people are assholes. Really, people, some of you need to grow the fuck up. If you died tomorrow, would you regret something you've done, or didnt get the chance to do? I know you would, so don't lie to me.
A GRAIN OF SAND ON THE BEACH:
-We are nothing compared to the universe we live in. We act like we're giants but we're no better than anything else that walks this earth. We are animals, and nothing more. Our intelligence means nothing if it is never put to use. Look at the size of this universe. If you think "EARTH" is the only planet that could possibly have life on it, then you need to think again. The universe is massive and something else has to be out there somewhere. You have a brain. Now, you just need to work on using it.
AND AS THE SUN SETS ON WHAT COULD BE YOUR LAST DAY:
-The universe has been around a hell of a lot longer than any of us have, and (as far as I can tell) it will still be here long after we're gone. We're only here for a very short period of time, so make the best of it. Your life is important. Don't waste a moment of it. Cherish every god-damned second you have left!
SO, WAIT ... WHAT AM I SAYING AGAIN?:
-I think too much, and a lot of times I find myself wondering if this might be a problem. Not really because I think too much, but because I can't focus on one thing, and keep my mind off of others. I tend to wander off into my own happy place sometimes, which is great because I can't stand reality, even though i know I'll have to come to terms with it eventually. I fall asleep when I'm supposed to be paying attention, and I give my attention to things that aren't as important as I seem to think they are. This is only the start, but I'll have to save the rest of this story for another time.
THIS HUMAN BEING MAKES MISTEAKS, I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY WITH YOURS:
-Maybe there really is something wrong with me. No matter how many times I hit the ground, I jump off my bridges over and over again. So, now I'm thinking maybe I'd be better off burning every last one. If I don't know what path to take, should I burn down the entire forest so there is no path left? Or should I wait at this crossroad forever? But then I start to think about what it could be thats wrong with me, and I realize how much better I am than most other guys. I'm not horrible looking, I have some sense of style (even if it's my own style), I have a good sense of humor and can make most anybody smile if I want to, I've been told I'm one of the nicest people that someone has met (by far more than one person), and I have so many people that only wish they could have me ... but yet it still seems I can't, once again, have the one I want. So I'm asking you, are you happy with the mistake you've made?
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