Our Youth Is Wasted

Today I turned 21. I guess it's kinda crazy thinking about it, because ever since I was a kid I always had this imagination that I wanted to stay young. Sometimes It feels as if our better years are when we are more naive. Believe it or not I feel old even though 21 is such a low number. I just wish my birthday wasn't always on September 1st. It's basically the end of summer and everyone is caught up in getting ready for school and moving away.

Thank you to my friends for hanging out last night and for the calls. I had ice cream with Michelle then I had it with more friends.


I'm still happy about my life. I'm still excited about upcoming shows. I'm still straight edge. I'm still going to school.

"I'm somebody now, Harry. Everybody likes me. Soon, millions of people will see me and they'll all like me. I'll tell them about you, and your father, how good he was to us. Remember? It's a reason to get up in the morning. It's a reason to lose weight, to fit in the red dress. It's a reason to smile. It makes tomorrow all right. What have I got Harry, hm? Why should I even make the bed, or wash the dishes? I do them, but why should I? I'm alone. Your father's gone, you're gone. I got no one to care for. What have I got, Harry? I'm lonely. I'm old." -Requiem For A Dream