really thought things would change and everything would be okay.

Life takes a shit on me.

We built this city on Rock'n'Roll.

instead of wasting a perfectly good sunday on celebrating a holiday that is based on something that i no longer believe in i will be attending the white sox vs the twins. a trip to the city will be a nice little get away. i am excited to be treating my dad to a game.

it was only a matter of time before i would break.

tonight was the breaking point.

I am just to the point where something needs to change or I am going to lose it. I have had crazy anxiety since last night. Waking up feeling anxious is the worst. I have just had enough of it.

I promised standards for myself..
that there are certain ways I will never be treated.
What happened to that?
I just can't handle the childish bullshit anymore.

I am ready to be settled, to be an adult. Finally.

So when will you be?

can i just clock out from life for a few hours? that'd be great.

But this empty bedroom won't make anything right...

Randle, Derek, Mark, and I are going to start writing songs together.

I like this.

i really wish my body didn't hate me.

fuck this.