Everyone has their poisons, their addictions.



I have lived these few years with a great cross beared across my shoulders, its weight heavy with the knowledge that failure and imperfection coexist so peacefully with success. I've lived these years as if I have lived a hundred more- and as I continue to get older, I realize that I still don't quite fit in anywhere (except maybe with people way too old for me. Like my semi-ex-lover, who was eighteen by the end of our short relationship.… Continue

This was the moment. This was the one, the one I’d been waiting for. My heart pounded in my chest, in my ears, leaving my fingers adrenaline rushed and itching to touch. This was the moment. Yes, this was the moment I’d been waiting for my entire life. Ever since I was a preadolescent supergiant with a broken tongue, who couldn’t talk to girls (or anyone, for that matter) without feeling like a complete and utter freak show. Even before that, perhaps, when I was Wet-Pants Wallis back in… Continue

Finished it during the first two exams, a teen novel with a real message (it's the sign of impending apocalyptic doom). I must admit that I had to take a minute to recover from it; I guess I had always known that blind hatred existed, but never believed in it. Never understood it.



How can someone hate a person that has never done anything to them? Even at GSWLA, we have that. And we're supposed to be globally tolerant and aware- but discrimination exists even in the best of places. I… Continue

Were it not for music, we might in these days say, the Beautiful is dead. ~Benjamin Disraeli



That's why I'm here, truly. The music. Something worth more than the breath within my lungs, of greater value than my own personal existance. In fact, it is a safe bet to assume that, without music, I wouldn't be around. I can't think of a memory without music; my father and I sitting on the floor of the living room with Pink Floyd's The Wall playing, both of us in silence, just listening. My… Continue