Eventually we all end up in the same place.

Early today, I was going through old photos of times that can never be replaced. Nights of drunken stupidity, trips to cities I don't live in, nights with people I thought I'd share a forever bond with. It's sad to say that those nights are all we have now, at least for the most part. We were all so fucking young and thought we had it all. It's funny how ignorant you are of everything when you're 18 and drunk. Looking back, ecspecially from the age of 14 up until I was about to turn 17, I realize how fucked up I was and still am in a way. The last 5 years of my life have been good to me and it's taken a lot out of me. I just don't understand what goes on inside the minds of people I've been friends with. It feels like loyality means nothing and the only heart they have is cold and black, trying not to sound as cliche as possible. Sometimes, when you find out who your true friends are, you feel a little broken inside. What makes those people who they are, are the decisions they make. Stabing someone who's done nothing but try to help you and been there for you whenever you need them to be in the back is fucking pathetic. What gives you the fucking right?

In the last year, I've done more in hardcore and met some of the most incredible friends in the world. Sharing a common bond sometimes makes a friendship that much stronger, and these are the bonds that can't be broken. I really want to see more, do more, and give back. I've been trying to promote shows more in the Detroit area, even if they're bands I don't really care for. Sometimes it's like kicking a dead horse, but I've gotten to the point where I'd fucking rebuild it if it was destroyed. I could never give this up, it's a part of my life that will always be there and I love it. Do something : start a band, hand out fliers, book shows, find a venue. DO SOMETHING OTHER THAN BITCH. Fuck, post it on fucking myspace. That's a whole other rant, though. 

I'm still trying to figure out what I was thinking when I droped out of high school. Quite possibly the dumbest thing I've ever done. I will be the first to admit that and though, I'm not proud of it, it was my choice. Now that the economy is shit (Thanks, W!) I need a new plan. I've narrowed it down to three things: High School counsler; since that shit is the worst time in anyones life, don't let anyone fool you; History Teacher; again, leaning more towards high school. My dream job is, however, to work for a record label. First things first, need to get a GED.

I don't know what all this ranting means to anyone, but whatever. Never said this would be informative ALL the time.

I want to end by saying, we will end up 6 feet under, on someones mantel or spread across some meaningful spot. Don't think you're any fucking better. You can't live forever and you have nothing to prove.