I have schedules that separate everything.

Be yourself, don't take anything from anyone, and never let them take you alive.

I just wanna kind of give the world something special.

I see you lying next to me, with words I thought i'd never speak, awake and unafraid, asleep or dead?

In those perfect moments you find beauty you never knew existed. You find yourself and you friends all over again, you find something to fight for, something to love. Something to show the world.

It takes a while to tell stories, I think it's because I was drunk for three years.

I hollowed out, stopped listening to music, never picked up a pencil, started slipping into old habits. All of the vibrancy I used to see became de-saturated. Lost Slowly, once I had done enough damage to myself, I began to climb out of the hole. Clean. When I made it out, the only thing left inside was the voice, and for the second time in my life, I no longer ignored it - because it was my own.