So when you’re feeling jagged and you think you you’ve gone fucking mad: Salt your wounds. Feel the sting of the things you never had, the things you always wanted, and the things they said you would never be. Focus on the pain and find the strength to make your own reality.
Playing music on a regular basis, again is changing my life. It’s the one thing I’ve always ever known that I’m good at. It’s making me love myself again. It’s making me a more confident person because there are other guys that share my passion and that makes me feel less weird for loving what i love. I am 31 years old and i know that if there’s any one thing I want to do with my short time on this planet it will be to always play music and never stop.rocking your fucking faces off.
Of all the people I’ve ever personally know, only two have died. My grandfather when I was 10 years old was one. I was too young and immature to understand the full impact of it. And a 15 year old kid who’s house I would hang out at with his sister and other friends. I cried briefly at his funeral. Now my mom is dying. She’s gonna be the third. I think this is gonna suck way, way more than the others.