Let It Be A Sweet, Sweet Sound.

12:17 AM. I was hungry, so I made myself some food. If you're wondering what the heck this post is about, I'd tell you that I don't know...because I don't know where I'm really going with this. See...I drank coffee a little too late, and I'm sort of wide awake. When I'm caffeinated at this time, I become extremely anxious for all the tomorrows to come. So...I decided to write all of my worries away by just simply writing with the hopes of ending up with something decent. There's no goal or anything...just doin' me and going with the flow of things. For anyone that actually takes the time to read my blog and whatever I actually post, I just need to say that you  are awesome. I'll be completely honest with everyone right now. I always took pride in getting great grades in essays in almost all of my classes. Writing was something that I just learned to understand. It even helped me, throughout the years, to help me discover a "me" that

   - 14 Lines from Love Letters or Suicide Notes  by Doc Luben

I want to leave and go somewhere far enough to see everything that I left behind vanish from the distance that I created in between me and everything else. There is no place for me to feel strong or satisfied in the midst of weak relationships. I know people who’ve left for places with more sunshine, more water, and more opportunities. A beach…..that should suffice. A breath of the fresh, salty air cleansing my mutilated mind is one of the little things I could find if I ever wanted to depart. I’m a puzzle piece trying to fit in a keyhole. I should eventually embark on a journey to find exactly where it is that I am your perfect fit, your missing piece, or exactly what you need. That is when I’ll finally realize I’m where I should be. If everything that I’ve left behind seems to suddenly reappear, then I’ll travel farther away so no one would fall into a trap just to reach for me. And maybe, I’ll t

      - James Comer

"The effort to know a place deeply is, ultimately, an expression of the human desire to belong, to fit somewhere"         - The Invitation by Barry Lopez

In high school, I can admit that I was some sort of emotional kid. A roller coaster ride wouldn't even be close to portraying the course of events that happened to me in high school. My heart was broken a few times, and I've definitely broke hearts, too. I was playing on both sides in the game of love: the heartbreaker and the heartbroken. But, this isn't going to be some sappy post about who I've lead on, what break-ups did to me, or the girls that I pursued. At the age of sixteen, I encountered one of the most difficult times of my life. I was in a relationship that I so truly adored at the time and managed to let things go downhill. Yeah...I screwed it up big time. Eventually, the whole thing became a confusing mess in that year. As the seasons changed, so did the status of our relationship. I've always hated the idea of being branded as the bad guy. I wanted to be the sweet, caring guy that a girl wished for. Back then, I was so soft and cheesy. Seeing that