Well, alls well that ends well.

On to the next one.

So, I got put on Zoloft.

I never thought I'd end up needing anti-depressants.

I wont lie, I'm kind of ashamed of it.

These highs and lows are beginning to become too much for me.
The alcohol always clouds my judgement.

It's hard to explain sometimes, how I go from on top of the world, to completely apathetic, to completely miserable.

Lately, I'm reliving some good times I recall the most through summer albums.

Catch for us the Foxes
Paper Hanger.

Urban Legend
-Kelly Alderman, first real crush, first girl I was persistent over, the first prize of a woman I ever had, even if it was just for a day or two. It's funny how close we used to be sometimes. And even funnier that we don't even talk anymore.

King
-When I realized I wasn't invincible anymore, but I could deal with it, because I didn't care. What you know as loud as my stereo in my RSX would blast.

Future Sex/Love Sounds
- The first real love I've ever known. Hell, sometimes I think it was the only.

The Black Album
- Driving as fast as some of us could through Johns Creek, Lucifer on repeat, My first song always being the night cap.


With Teeth
- There one was night, I hit triple digits coming north on 141 from 285, at that strait a way near the Ingles. All the love in the World as loud as it would go through the breakdown.

I'm sure there is more.
I'm sure there is.

It's hard for me to comprehend sometimes that things change, and that I don't have any control over them.

Whats harder, if for me to accept the things that I cannot change.

In my mind, I could save the world.

In my mind, I should save the world.

But at the end of the day, I let my fears get the best of me. I've tried more and more over the last 2 years to work on it. God knows I try.

Maybe I just take myself too seriously.

I pray, as in I talk to God, that I'm doing the right things.

That I'm not setting myself up.

Come on in my kitchen

It's amazing the parallels that my father and I seem to have.

It's comforting in a way.

today is one of those days I dont have much to say, or to really mention.

Lately, I can't really figure out what it is that gets me through the days.

Sometimes it's best not to say what you really want to say.
Half drunk, and I can't sleep.

Magic.

I always have fun.

And I always think.

I'm happy we met.
It's the first time I don't question one's sincerity.
I trust her.

When the mirror speaks, the reflection lies.

So many thoughts have been running through my head the past few days.

But, I'm glad I can talk to my father sometimes.
Its nice to come home, and say "Hey pop, get in", and just drive around Gainesville and talk about things.