2 a.m. and I'm still awake writing this song if I get it all down on paper it's no longer inside of me threatening the life it belongs to

"and I feel like I'm naked in front of a crowd because these words are my diary screamin' out loud and I know that you'll use them however you want to"

Sometimes it feels so good to just scream. To open up your throat and scream.

This town sucks.

None of my friends are here. I feel like I'm stuck. There's 6 weeks until I go back, but it feels like forever.

At this point, I don't even have anything productive, or intelligent, to say. I'm burnt out.

There's only so much one person can take.