oh so fitting.

I hate myself,
more than I ever let on.
I'm burned out at 22.
I lived too fast and I loved too much and I'll die too young,
but I chose this cup that I drank from.
Knew what I was getting into.
But I couldn't let out what I had to keep in.
I'm ashamed of myself and unspeakable sins,
that I've committed and:

I've made mistakes,
but I'll find my way.
There's no explanation for,
the things I've failed at before.
They can't hold my hand.
It just hurts to be a man,
Through the tortures of the damned.

If I only had an axe,
I'd sever the ties I've made with the world.
Maybe I can be a stranger,
in a strange place.
If I start now, maybe I can be saved.
If I only had a mask,
I'd cover these bleeding eyes.
They're bloodshot now but they'll be black by dawn.
If I wake up now,
I can be pure again.





im certain that that song was wrote about me. ive listened to it before, but on my way home tonight (after our cryfest of a car ride home from hanging out in louisville) i turned it on and was like oh my god, that is me.


that is me, plain and simple.
im pretty sure my bayside tattoo will come from that song.
no doubt.
cant wait for the tax money to come in so i can go get that =]