so my journey and troubles as a disgrunted adolescent has finished much late into my early twenties. Rather than burn this blog down into non-existence, part of me feels guilty doing such a thing. As if it would be a betrayal to myself. Writing in this blog feels useless. As the person typing these words is the exact same except for personality and ( Read more... )

you never let her in, you never let her in, you never let her in, you never let here in, there's a reason why, you never let her in, you never let her in, there's a reason why... the wrecking ball can hit me on the outside, but not on the inside, there's a reason why you never let her in, trust has gotta be earned, not handed out because ( Read more... )

I have to vent because if I do not, I will not achieve anything. These words will not help me later. They will only help me now. So for all the years and years I've been told I was always at fault and the person who ruins everything, not once have I believed it. I do take fault for what has gone through my hands, but I will not take fault for a ( Read more... )

" don't worry, someday we'll get rid of him."

I hope to god that I have it in me to hold a grudge since not doing so will lead to more problems. And that I don't kill the sob

some songs write themselves

to seal this shit away yet not delete it. I shall go back and privatize every single entry.. wrote some music today.. so much work for a few notes... actually. Finding or.. errr.. maybe even making - the right chord progression makes the song. Improvise through it as you feel what notes come next.. creation of the melody works through the chord ( Read more... )

hey jude, take a sad song and make it better. I'm an emo fuck. That's it. I have less than one job. That's It. I complain way the hell more than I should. I should just get off my computer and do some fucking work. Move out and struggle to make even.. and to just buzz around like a busy fucking bee. Yeeeahhh. Dig it. Just dig it.

Down.... depressed. Trapped inside an unwilling body. Sleep the time off. Thoughts come out for a second and then go right back into hiding. Hendrix is the only music that soothes my soul.. my guitar is beautiful but I cannot see beauty in it anymore. I don't understand minor and major scales... I'm flustered with laziness as I stare blankly at ( Read more... )

No longer do I need to take the emotional soup and splatter it onto the surface, never eloquently as my words just crumble and fall so messily onto this virtual surface. I need a mirror that looks into the soul because I no longer can see clearly as I look at myself. I am lost and love it. I once took my sorrow for the fine wine it was and enjoyed ( Read more... )

So I'm starting to blog again. I'm practicing my guitar more. I'm a janitor. My life seems to be on hiatus. I'm no longer at Carleton University studying business. I'm currently saving up to go back, in other words I'm completely broke and owe a lot of money to the bank and it will take me quite awhile to get back to school. I am no longer ( Read more... )