home again. but it feels less and less like its name.

"dreams like this must die."

it seems it is in my genetic makeup to be attracted to blue-eyed girls in band. i can't help but compare and contrast. they are very similar in some ways. like the ruins they left behind that were formerly men.

i wanna tell you that i love you
but it doesn't really matter

i try to look at my life through a third person view...i try...i normally do not succeed at all...but in the rare instances that i do, i can understand why everyone acts as they do...

my life is so easy i should be shot for complaining...and sometimes i really am sorry for going on my tirades and pouring the gasoline on the ropes that hold up the bridges of friendship...i can see that i am usually the wrong one...oh well...such is my human condition...

so don't burn your bridges woman
because some day...