Pride kicks in

I'm excited with the possibility of something new.

Court and I talked tonight.

I think most of what was said was needed.

She was right.

I was right.

I write more, I write out the anger, the anger that I'd otherwise regret coming out and saying, as I told her.

Theres a strange understanding we have.

A strange trust.

She knows when I'm not lying.

I need to get back in the gym.

I should have been to bed hours ago.

Although, I have a really sweet girl thats supposed to call me when she wakes up.

I have my phone on loud, heh.

We may hang out tonight, Im curious as how it will go.

I'm babbling at this point.

I need my head in one place again.

One thing Court and I touched on, was that, I'm getting back into my old shoes.

Im getting back in to giving a fuck less.

I dont know if I'm lying to myself again, who knows.

I was genuinely happy today. Maybe its the weather, maybe it was riding through Gainesville with my windows down, stereo up, and sunroof open.

Maybe it was the all day texts back and forth, but it was cute, smalltalk and the most random details of our day.

Maybe it was being alone at the shop for a good portion of the day, just doing my thing, bumpin some west coast rap, and not being able to stop myself from dancing.

I'm not sure.

But I'm going to get back to the old me.

The confident me. The somewhat cocky me. The caring in the strange ways me. The Crazy me. The reckless me. The me that used to work when I felt like I knew who I was.

Just without the hothead. Without the disregard. Without being cold.

I'm starting to question if I have a personality disorder at times.

Seriously.

I want to start a new band, I have alot of shit I need to get out.