Freezing cold out side, perfect under the covers in my bunk. I recently had fast enough internet to look through my tumblr, and to check the notes on the newest post I had. Whenever I type anything I don’t really expect anyone to like it, let alone reblog it. But for the people that do I appreciate that you understand where I am coming from and like it enough to put it on your own page. One reply really struck me though, it was more of a “thank you for sharing that with me, I’m glad you trust me enough to open up like that”. This got me thinking, am I opening up or am I just being honest? They both go hand in hand. You trust someone because they’re honest with you. You’re honest with someone because you trust them. I write because its a good way for me to explain what I’m feeling, if you can understand it and put it towards your own life then that is far more then I could ever ask. I trust you all in the sense that I’m putting my feelings or whatever I’m vibing out there for you to read it. Maybe that’s where we go wrong sometimes. We end up thinking too much about what others will say to our feelings rather then having the real feelings ourselves. Its all happened to us, the shit talking you’re a a-hole, cheat, backstabber (insert insult here) comments, via twitter, tumblr, or gossip through our friends. When it comes down to it though, if just one person out of whoever reads this can relate to it. If it puts them in a better place, then its more then worth it. I hope that’s why musicians sing songs, actors act, ect. I do it because I want to be in the trenches with you. We stand with our backs up against the wall. I don’t think we’re living life, I think we’re doing life.