But my wings have been so denied

(Source: fuckjerry)

Blank face in the windowpane
Made clear in seconds of light
Disappears and returns again
Counting hours, searching the night

Might be waiting for someone
Might be there for us to see
Might be in need of talking
Might be staring directly at me

Opeth-Windowpane

Yesterday, I read through my old Gaia blog I made through sophomore year. I am surprised at my consistency, I usually cannot keep up with blogging or just about anything. I eventually give up and reason I could be doing better things. Even though that’s what I did, I kept up with it for a year. I have concluded that I am almost exactly the same, yet very much different from myself two-three years ago.

Through reading it, I found out that I had “senioritis” at the start of sophomore year. I was lazy and complained about everything that came close to my vicinity. I had an awesome music taste and posted tons of Opeth lyrics. I also argued with my parents and was depressed the majority of the time.

Although the situation was undesirable, I wouldn’t have had it any other way. Many of my problems have helped make me myself, and I can only think of how boring I would be without being myself. Depression helped me to find music that I would have never find before, it helped me to pick up the guitar, and other things.

I don’t know where I am going now. I feel as if I am in a downward spiral to seclusion from the outside. Was it the break up that caused me to feel terrible? Not entirely, it was more of a wake-up call telling me that I needed to go back to reality. I was happy disregarding everything else because I didn’t have to think about it. My mind now is reminding me that I need to do something. Don’t know what, but it just won’t stop. It’s like a broken record.

My mind is a broken record, just repeating the same thing over and over. Get me out of here.

Some days I look like John Lennon…

Some days I look like John Lennon…

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Nothing to do today, so I made a simplistic song that is an an attempt of showing what mood I am in. Recorded with my trusty guitar hero microphone. It sounds like swans dying and cars crashing combined with the resonance of a sno-cone stand.

1 day ago - 1

(Source: halliebadger, via kentnasty)

Was this what the hype was all about?

Was it really what everyone said it would be like?

I don’t like this.

Get me out of here.

What is time?

bullyscomics:

Gnome on a Velociraptor. You’re welcome.

bullyscomics:

Gnome on a Velociraptor. You’re welcome.

(via gnomeculture)

I am very patient and pessimistic.

I was born patient, raised to be pessimistic.

When I get to a fork in the road and I find I have to make a decision, my mind locks up and refuses to make any decision and just debates with itself.

Accomplishing nothing and everything at the same time.

Should I wait?

Or should I realize it will never happen?

Should I escape?

Or should I risk being hurt?

Am I wrong?

Or was it just a misunderstanding?

Is anything still here?

Or am I just stuck in a daydream?

Is it all just me trying to keep my mind occupied from the start?

Frustration has me cornered on all sides. Every aspect of life is telling me to go insane. I think I have already reached insanity. The problem is, what do I do with it?

I feel empty.