Somewhere, I lost a piece of me, smoking cigarettes on balconies

What I learned from service: Let go and let God.

Maybe it's not about curbing addictions, maybe it's all about loving God with all your heart, and then learning to love yourself.

He gets drunk on just plain living

If I'm really bad at being good, then maybe I should just stay rotten.

Dear Ana, I can't live without you, but it's killing me to keep you alive

I'm just really upset with myself.



Went jogging today at prp and I had an epiphany - just hours ago, I was treading the same path with PZ at night, puffing away. And it's so ironic how I keep telling myself I want to be healthy, because the people around me are sickly, and I never want to be like them.

You think your health only affects you, and you give yourself reasons to relapse but that's just bullshit. When you grow old, when your bones weaken, when your body fails you, do you know who gets implicated instead? Your own damn family. And I hate how fucking irresponsible adults are, aren't they supposed to be the wise ones?

I don't wanna be like you. I don't ever want to follow your footsteps.

And I guess that means I'm making huge changes.

...oh who am I kidding

While the Earth gets large and loud, are you breathing now? Here's the ground

You let people down intentionally because the same has been done to you before.

Everything comes to a full circle, otherwise it wouldn't be called the circle of life.

And you can't really fault anyone for it, for it all began when the first human actually started being a douchebag to another.

Perhaps we're all interlinked, built to be pantomimes for another.

Oh, I left my heart in Amsterdam, I really need that feeling back

Have you ever gotten to the point where your head spins, vision blurs, hearing heightens, speech slurs and you lose all sensory control and you just feel as though you're one with the zipping vehicles and road lights?

And then you start seeing things you don't normally see, the vibrating neon lights, the orange hues saturating the road tarmac, the hoards of tourists with distorted faces in a foreign land and you just laugh and laugh and laugh and laugh.

End of the story is inevitably tragic, because all good things must come to a halt.

Now if I keep my eyes closed, he looks just like you

Just when an adventure comes to an end, another begins tomorrow, and admittedly, I'm nervous but come at me, great big world.

Because I think I've already found direction in my life, and I'm gonna work towards improving myself to be a better person.

It's always gonna be 100 or nothing, baby.