I don't know
AFI's beauty is beyond comprehension. I couldn't ask for a better gift from God. Meeting them Monday was the best birthday present I could have ever received. I can't wait to meet them again.
I've been very fearful lately. I'm afraid that AFI is going to get incredibly huge and I'm going to have to go to massive ampitheaters to see them from 1,000 feet away. I'm afraid they won't be able to stroll the grounds of Warped Tour without getting mobbed, Davey especially. I know they will continue making beautiful music forever because it's just what they were destined to do, and if I fear fame for them, I can only wonder how they feel. All I know is that I need AFI to soothe my soul. They keep me sane.
I'm also afraid of the days to come. I'm supposed to be going to my dad's. Things aren't going so great with him. I have to talk to him. About everything. The problem is, I don't know where to begin. There's so much to tell, so much to reveal, nothing can be concealed any longer. And it's scary; it scares the shit out of me. My dad doesn't know anything about me, hardly. Actually, no, he doesn't know anything. He doesn't even know the simplest fact, my favorite color. And he only remembers my birthday when reminded or a day late. I don't know. I'm just praying for strength and wisdom and courage and everything in between.
I haven't been very nice to God lately. I don't know. I don't know about anything these days. Except that I really love Loni. I truly do. I never get sick of that girl. We have an absolute relationship. It's just cool. I miss her.
Valencia pisses me off. But that's nothing new. I hate this town. I don't know if Orange County is much better. I like Los Angeles. I don't know much about anyplace else. I'm done here.
I've been very fearful lately. I'm afraid that AFI is going to get incredibly huge and I'm going to have to go to massive ampitheaters to see them from 1,000 feet away. I'm afraid they won't be able to stroll the grounds of Warped Tour without getting mobbed, Davey especially. I know they will continue making beautiful music forever because it's just what they were destined to do, and if I fear fame for them, I can only wonder how they feel. All I know is that I need AFI to soothe my soul. They keep me sane.
I'm also afraid of the days to come. I'm supposed to be going to my dad's. Things aren't going so great with him. I have to talk to him. About everything. The problem is, I don't know where to begin. There's so much to tell, so much to reveal, nothing can be concealed any longer. And it's scary; it scares the shit out of me. My dad doesn't know anything about me, hardly. Actually, no, he doesn't know anything. He doesn't even know the simplest fact, my favorite color. And he only remembers my birthday when reminded or a day late. I don't know. I'm just praying for strength and wisdom and courage and everything in between.
I haven't been very nice to God lately. I don't know. I don't know about anything these days. Except that I really love Loni. I truly do. I never get sick of that girl. We have an absolute relationship. It's just cool. I miss her.
Valencia pisses me off. But that's nothing new. I hate this town. I don't know if Orange County is much better. I like Los Angeles. I don't know much about anyplace else. I'm done here.