been sleeping 3 hour nights. i love watching people sing and speak and write about the people and things that they love. it makes me feel regular again. gave up on love when i started seeing about it in gossip rags. gave up on god when i realized one day my family was gonna die. gave up on myself too many times to count- you could trade mistakes for sheep and count me away forever at night. thanks for never giving up on me. even when you truly should have. and most of our incoherrent thought is wasted on whether it will mean more to stay or to go. if we can get home before the light hits our bedroom.

we should feed our jewelry to the sea.

It's been a while. I wrote a long entry about nostalgia and what it feels like to be in second, but then I deleted it. Because you know what? I am happy. I looked in the mirror and said, hey, things are pretty okay. And I just wanted to thank each and every person that is part of that happiness. I hope you look in the mirror and think the same every once in a while (not because of how you look but because of who you are). Make the love cool again. Get a spark in that head of your's, and don't let anyone blow it out.