Every time I get a message from you, I always hold that little ounce of hope in me thinking you’d want to talk to me about unimportant stuff. I’m hurting myself because of that. I’d be lying if I ever said my crush for you is over & you never even knew this was going on. I’m too much of a wuss. Whatever. It’s not like you’d be into me anyway. Emotionally & physically.
I should really start playing the trombone again. Memories are only memories though.
I’m amazing at small talk. Give me a long conversation though, and I will die.
I’m sorry I can’t always be the happy-go-lucky guy that I always am. I’m not always the considerate person that I should be either. Emotions can get the best of me just like everyone else. If you can’t accept me at my worst, than you don’t deserve me at my best.
If only I lived by that rule. I just have to give everyone my all each time. It’s just what I do.
My life was so dull; all I did was work, school, then sleep. I put the guitar down ‘cause throughout October my voice was gone because of work, and then I got sick.
Just recently, due to my obsession with Meg & Dia, I’ve picked up the guitar again. I know I’m not all that great, but I’m striving now. Out of nowhere, my hunger to better myself and my music made me starving to play.
I go to sleep dreaming of practicing, and I wake up wanting to write. Though more than half of my ideas are complete trash, at least I’m trying.
There’s a picture going around that has a quote on it; It goes a little something like this:
“Count your blessings, not your failures.”
Let’s shove a little positive energy down our throats, yeah?
Your friend sounds like the coolest kid on the planet! You should totally be best friends with him or her. It does sound like you’re being a little cunt though…