You feel so overrun.

You are familiar.
You are the moon.
You are out of reach, by my own doing.
You are comfort.
You are peace. 

your face comes out in the rain.

I’ve got to remember that some people actually care about me.

Chin up.

I feel horribly ugly when I see myself in photos or the mirror. I don’t need anyone’s approval and I’m honestly ok with that, because I like my personality, it’s just weird constantly berating oneself like that.

Oh well.

About to see my two best friends in the world.
Maybe the yelling will be worth it. 

People disappoint.
Stupid people take away meaning from everything.
Ignorant people kill art.
Hurt people, hurt people.
Fearful people, kill freedom. 

Also, pancakes are awesome. 

As Cities Burn, Thrice, Underoath, Emery, Death Cab for Cutie, Copeland, La Dispute, Thursday, Showbread, The Chariot, Oh, Sleeper, Dustin Kensrue, Circa Survive, The Devil Wears Prada, Every Time I Die, The Fall of Troy, Anberlin, Anchor and Braille, Brand New, Eisley.

Today’s been so anxiety-filled, and it’s not over yet.

I think I can understand how people freak out over stressors now.

taking a page from my own playbook.

I could really use your voice right now.

I really don’t like self-perpetuated and self-induced weakness.

Stand on your own two feet.

We are blind, it is night.
We are birds without flight.