dear livejournal,

emma is the greatest human alive.

love,
me

some of us need constant validation, constant reassurance. we want it from our friends, our family, our teachers, the strangers hurrying along the streets with their hands shoved into the pockets of their expensive coats. we need to know we're the best artist, the best singer, the best writer, the best friend, the best looking, the best fuck that anyone's ever had. and we spend years honing these crafts, placing hope and desire and faith into things and thinking maybe we'll get somewhere, maybe we're more talented than we lead ourselves to believe. and then one day it hits you and you learn that you're not good at any of these things, you were never talented, you'll never be better or the best or even mediocre at things you wanted more than anything else.

stop wasting your time on god. there is nothing to believe in.

i have gone backwards in time,
all i am listening to is skate punk, metal, '77, and horror punk. i am myself as a teenager again and i fucking love it. this music makes me feel so fucking energized.