Back home again, in Indiana... polis's metropolitan area.

It's already been a great break here and it's only been 28 hours, although looking at that now I can hardly believe its been 28 hours. Then again, 12 of those were spent sleeping, which I chided myself for. I can't keep sleeping away glorious opportunities that life gives me. But sleep me is so persuasive. Oh well.

Algebraically proving that I am an emotional wreck:

(My feelings) = [(Warning Sign)(Hold the Line) + (Creep)(She's So High)] / (Should I Stay or Should I Go?)

I Know Why...

It's really wonderful to see people who you believe you have known improve. Both at the play and when marching band won 9th at BOA Grand Nationals, I was thrilled to see these people grow. It has been so wonderful getting to know them, and then to see them flourish was such a gift. That's why I go back home. To know that everyone can be amazing without me. It's a wonderful feeling that puts my faith back in humans.

My day was great

It was great because I got to play trombone football and made some plays that might not impress or affect other people, but I was really proud of them. I picked out 105 songs that I would like to purchase sometime when I have enough money. (A boy can dream). I also wrote a song and drew this kickass picture for America.

I've had enough of these motherf***ing thoughts on this motherf***ing plane!

I make a lot of mistakes. Too many, in fact, to hold others accountable for theirs.

Mistakes have been the foundation of this glorious misadventure I call life. Why should I yell at someone for experimentation.

Also: I think I'm ready to admit that I have depression.

Maybe not quite yet, though.