At sunrise we begin running nonstop until we find what we're looking for
Things come together, things fall apart. I'm happy and I'm here. I'm looking forward. I'm not falling down. I'm ok.
You know, five years ago, if I'd have made a list of impossible things that could never happen, driving around with Jim, holding hands and listening to Jawbreaker, Dashboard and Head Automatica would have been right at the top of the list. I'd have been wrong, wouldn't I?
I feel like I'm constantly at a crossroad in my life. Every day and every choice takes me somewhere completely different, and I love that. I might be fucking up in so many ways, but I'm living a life of my own and it feels really good. I am anxiously waiting for what gets thrown at me next. Bring it.
I've been running again and I feel amazing. My mind is clearing out. I'm feeling alive. I know myself really well right now. I love the streets I grew up on. The houses of the friends who were all I had, the places we used to sneak to to get high, the streets we wandered when we were young and broke and stupid....I guess some things never change. Thank fucking god.
I can't believe how lucky I am right now. I feel like everyone in the world is jealous and I really think they should be. I've got something unbelievable, and I don't think I'm going to fuck it up. I think I'm doing something right. It's fucking scary, but it's also about time.
I look back and am amazed that my thoughts were so clear and true, that three words went through my mind endlessly, repeating themselves like a broken record: "You're so cool, you're so cool, you're so cool."
You know, five years ago, if I'd have made a list of impossible things that could never happen, driving around with Jim, holding hands and listening to Jawbreaker, Dashboard and Head Automatica would have been right at the top of the list. I'd have been wrong, wouldn't I?
I feel like I'm constantly at a crossroad in my life. Every day and every choice takes me somewhere completely different, and I love that. I might be fucking up in so many ways, but I'm living a life of my own and it feels really good. I am anxiously waiting for what gets thrown at me next. Bring it.
I've been running again and I feel amazing. My mind is clearing out. I'm feeling alive. I know myself really well right now. I love the streets I grew up on. The houses of the friends who were all I had, the places we used to sneak to to get high, the streets we wandered when we were young and broke and stupid....I guess some things never change. Thank fucking god.
I can't believe how lucky I am right now. I feel like everyone in the world is jealous and I really think they should be. I've got something unbelievable, and I don't think I'm going to fuck it up. I think I'm doing something right. It's fucking scary, but it's also about time.
I look back and am amazed that my thoughts were so clear and true, that three words went through my mind endlessly, repeating themselves like a broken record: "You're so cool, you're so cool, you're so cool."