Finally

I finally look like myself today. Its weird how a simple hair cut can affect your mood and how you feel about yourself. Ever since I cut my hair a few months ago I felt like a totally different person. Now that my hairs grown out and I see the person I'm used to when I look in the mirror I feel much better. Its stupid, but a relief.

My usual mode of escape is sleep. But when what I'm trying to escape is constantly appearing in my dreams its pointless.

I hate that you're in my dreams. As if I don't think about you enough while I'm conscious, you have to find your way into my subconscious. This always happens.

"stealing happiness from loneliness is not a simple theft"

"Never let them see you care. That'll just give them a chance to fuck you over"

I swear, my mom gives the hardest advice out. She's been telling me this since I was thirteen. I should really listen to her.

I need to concentrate on school. STRAIGHT A'S PLEASE, THANKS.

The Postal Service really got me through last winter like a champ. I could listen to it all day, every day with out getting bored. I predict it doing the same for me this year.

Everyone knows this is a tough day for me. Everyone knows this is something I struggle with daily. The one year was just as hard as I thought it was going to be. I don't want to write much, but I just want people to know how amazing he was. The article below is something his school did after. Every word about him is true. He really was amazing. RIP JTM. 4/1/91 - 10/3/08