9.12 - Rosebowl
/ cream daddy \

Riot Fest ‘14:

Last night gave me such nostalgia I didn’t even know existed. There was something about standing in a room (field) with thousands of people, singing songs word for word that reminds you of your childhood (preteen). The goosebumps are still running down my spine from when The Used played Taste of Ink and the song took me back to the moment where I was when I first heard that track. Having the fortunate chance to see a band like that live is so surreal. I stood towards the back as I stared up at the cloudless sky in the middle of Chicago listening to music from my past while sharing the moment with thousands of others feeling the same feels. I could live in the moment forever. Incredible.



when i look at myself in the mirror i feel like one of those really detailed spongebob paintings



happiness is a fairy tale away.

family dinners always end up in arguments over things we cannot prove.
your 1,000 miles away and i can still hear your voice.
the panic attacks have lessened, but the pain still fumes.
your part of my life is officially over, the papers say so.
i can’t talk about you without tears coming to my eyes.
the nightmares have stopped, along with the sleeping.
i can’t even type the words “i miss..” without breaking down.
this is the hardest thing i’ve ever had to overcome, but i’m still holing on.