I don't think many people realize what they have until they go to bed one night wondering when they'll find love and happiness, only to wake up the next day wondering what they'll have to do that day to simply stay alive.

Like every other man on the planet, I carry the weight of death on myshoulders. Only I carry it every day now.

Trust is thrown out the window when people are treated like children. Trust is a two-way street. It is a cog in a wheel of perfection.

I still love the people I've loved in my life, and I always will. But as fond as I am of our memories, I am ultimately in love with the idea that I
can feel like that for the rest of my life. For that I can never let go, nor give up.

I find myself thinking deep thoughts way too much. It really makes things go slowly out here. I don't know why I do it, really--I guess I'm just that kind of person. Now if there is a job out there that pays to do that....I miss my family and friends so much it's insane. I can't believe that I am anywhere near sanity at all. More than anything I want to get home, get on which my life and pick up the pieces I left behind before time sweeps them away.

The easiest way out is through.

Music is the only thing that keeps me sane out here. It's the only escape and only reward I can give myself. It helps me remember reality and is the only thing that's worthy of "inspiration." One thing that still haunts me is how I'll end up incorporating my love for music into my future plans.