dawn

I think this is going to be another one just for me..

(nobody cares)

I know, but I still want to get the point across.

If a stranger were to observe me, if they took the time to read any of the nonsense I’ve jotted, the conclusion would definitely be judgements and labels.

That’s logic, I really do get it.

-this is one sad mother fucker- this is one angry mother fucker-this is one stupid mother fucker-this mother fucker is a weirdo- this mother fucker is a loser and will die a loser-This mother fucker is an adult 15 year old                             -this mother fucker thinks he’s someone that he’s not-

Just going off of text (that I should have edited), yeah, valid.

But I feel the need to stress… “it’s simply what is right now”

All those great musicians that wallowed in their own sadness,blues,self pity… it’s just the mood they were in when they sat down to write. Not forever, just bleeding and expressing in that one moment.

I’m at a weird spot,phase,crossroads. It’s a particularly reflective point in my life, and I’m trying to see my way through it. I know and feel the difference between right and wrong, and I still fail.

I shouldn’t make fun of public people who love themselves. That’s hater talk.

I just, fuck, I don’t know…

I’d be proud to be perceived as a goofball,or a mildly clever monkey, or a good audience member,or a slightly above average guitar player,or a random person with at least a little bit of heart.

I might stand by 25% of the thoughts I jot down. I probably jot 5% of the thoughts I get in general.

I’m not a sad fuck, that’s not my fate.

Got a weird hand? A weird backstory? sure.

I’m not finished, sometimes I even feel like I’m just getting started. I do have it in me to turn it around, I do have the strength to gain control of my mind and body. I do have the potential to be a halfway decent person.