"Some people are uncomfortable with silences. Not me. I’ve never cared much for call and response. Sometimes I will think of something to say and then I ask myself; is it worth it? And it just isn't."


Never been so unhappy in my life before. With the world telling me different stories, and me not knowing who to believe and who to doubt. Not just one issue, but with many issues. Not one person, or two, but quite a handful of them. And there are some acting like a douche bag. All I want to do now is to be alone. Away from everyone and everything. Sometimes saying "Let it be" isn't as simple as doing it instantly. But once I am able to, I don't know if that'll be a good or a bad sign.



I don't write because I want to say something, I write because I have to say something. That's it I guess, just go on living, whether you like it or not. I'm beginning to believe, that no one is ever completely happy, or free, or safe.


Everyday is like a war. If you open your eyes, you'll see that something is wrong.