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Tuesday, 09 February 2010

  • FAIL

    Honestly...I feel worthless. as I think about it, I've failed at pretty much EVERYTHING I've worked for. Snowboarding's out. My filmmaking is only average, if not below. I can't make people see that I care. I can't connect with people. I'm not smart. I can't be creative. Maybe I DON'T care about people. Girls are out. I can't be a good enough guy...despite my desperate attempts. try to care about who they really are, respect them, cherish them. Nope. I can't let my family see what I'm going through, so that's failed too. I'm too selfish. I'm too good. I'm too bad. I can't be strong enough. I can't be confident enough. I'm not spiritual enough. I'm not noble enough.

    I can't be enough.
    I don't want to believe it....but it's all I can see now.
    It hurts...I can't see the keys...they're too blurry....
  • Sleepy Eyes.

    I'm siting here, tired.
    Should prolly go to bed...but I'm enjoying Owl City too much. So I thought I'd write until the song is finished. =P
    I've got so much to learn.
    drat...song's over....gonna start another one..haha.
    ok, done.
    I think I'm quite a bit immature than I thought I was. Or mebbe I am now when I wasn't before. Hmmh. Who knows. I think I've got a ways to go to measure up to who I used to think I was. Maybe I'm just tired of people...but I like people. Huh. Odd. So I'm happy that my tripod is here finally! Now I've got to get a firewire cable. Gah...they screw you over every time.
    oops....it's over.

    G'night. =)

Sunday, 07 February 2010

Friday, 05 February 2010

  • Lord, save me from myself

    Self medicating, I turn the music up loud.
    I drown out the voices screaming at me to remember
    to remember.

    "To deaden the pain"
    every album should say
    they're all drugs for a bleeding soul

    Boiled down, to a black soot
    my heart gasps last breaths
    pleading for something I can't supply

    So I run
    I run away
    blasting the music unto the red sky

    Because music won't tear your heart.
    music won't crush your soul
    music gives, and expects nothing in return


    Hide. Run. Listen.

Tuesday, 02 February 2010

  • A burden weighs heavy.

    Run away, run away

    it starts to pull

    he's in this place, in this place

    to question who you are

    Who am I?

    Who am I?

    I will fade.

     

    Run. The word buzzes in my mind...promising relief from this weight. I can outrun it...I only have to try hard enough....run run run.

    Run away, run away.

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  • I'm a pile of dust without Jesus, so I try to get to know him better, and follow his lead. I like filmmaking, sports cars, graphic design, extreme sports, and making people laugh!

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