I wish I knew how to handle this. I wish I knew what to say. I wish I felt like I knew how you feel about it. A big part of me is all about this and ready to move forward and be grown up and blah blah blah, but a small part is just like, "What the fuck are you doing!? RUN AWAY!" I'm just ready for something to make sense...

All we can do in life is fight; scratch and claw. We have two choices. We either listen to our doubters and live a life of regret and self-doubt or we use our doubters as motivation. The trick is to never get comfortable. Die fighting. Always use your haters and your elevators. Fight for what's right, what you believe in. Many good humans went to the grave without seeing the fruits of their labor, but they fought everyday.
One of these days, I will prove you wrong or die trying.


thanks for reading.

"I swore a long, long time ago I'd never put your name in a song. Turns out I was wrong. Jocelyn..."

I don't know why....

... I looked at your profile... all it did was make me cry. You were meant to be happy and I'm not. period. end of discussion. One of these days, they're gonna find me hanging by my fucking neck in my fucking closet.