Competition.

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Blur.

So many things are happening all too fast. I don't know what's going on anymore. Things get shifted around and plans change. Good ideas become bad ideas, and bad ideas are thrown out to die. My feelings change all too fast, and I don't know how I feel about anything. I hope things work out for the better, but I'd be lying if I said this was my first choice. I need something stable. In whatever part of life it may be, I need some home ground. As weird and as contradictory as this may sound, I think I will feel much more secure when we are on the road again. There's nothing more stable than to be living out of a bus, hoping to make enough money at each show to get you enough gas to get to the next stop. Oh, the human brain and it's instinctive love for irony.

Honestly.

I don't feel bad for you at all anymore.

Things happen.

I wish I could say that I am shocked, but I saw this from a mile away. I'm honestly not too worried about it, but I will miss you. This is for the better. Goodbye.

You.

You will find me someday. Hopefully sooner than later. I look forward to holding you tight in my arms, knowing that you are mine. Whispering secrets in your ear, and kissing you on your forehead. Walking hand in hand through the night, and cuddling in the moonlight. Writing you letters while you're away, explaining what a mess I have become missing you. I can't wait to lay with you in the grass under the stars, as I sing you to sleep. To feel those three words ascend from my heart and dance off the tip of my tongue. I long to love you the way God has loved me, to admire you the way Adam first gazed upon Eve.

I need you here, to save me from this world of temptation and fear.

Hurry, I'll be waiting<3

The good and the bad.

What caused our generation to be so hateful? I really hate to reference the black eyed peas, but where is the love? It seems like today people are so condemning. Everyone's all about themselves and there little niche, and if you don't fit into it perfectly, they couldn't care less about you. Why can't everyone just get along. I'm not talking about race, I'm talking about personality. Image. Does it really bother you if someone dresses, talks, or acts different than you. We live in such an exclusive world. Constantly striving to be at the top, only to push out others who are lower than you. It's all about who you know and who you hang out with. Everything is in a vain attempt to make yourself look better to the rest of the world. To ascend above the common people. At the end of the day, people probably won't even notice. You build yourself up in your own mind, to, in some twisted way, justify your hate crimes against your brothers and sisters. You don't look at people as people, you some how warp them into some foreign creature, something different than you. Something lower than you. We all judge, yet we all hate being judged. We love to hate, yet we long for love and acceptance.

LEARN TO LOVE.

tour.

I love being in a band on tour.
I hate being in a band not on tour.