onto phase four

[only_as_a_muse]

What is phase four you ask?
Well, it's the next phase of my life.
Phase three, the divorce/depression/emo/oh-woe-is-me phase of my lfie.
Phase four?
Now.
Phase four is amazing, wondeful,
stupendous,
angelic,
troublesome,
empowering,
lovely,
new,
different,
happiness.

I'm ready, and I've got a sunny disposition.
And yes, I've still got a few rants up my sleave,
but now they're considerably less,
depressed.
Less,
sad.
Less,
lonely.
Less,
unhappy.
Less,
EMO.

I've got this last year to prepare
myself.
To prepare myself to
BECOME
the next big thing
oN broadway.

Fity seven colleges to sift through.
To decide.
To audition for.
To pay for.
To sing for.
To live for.

Music.
Where would I be without music?
Considerably less happy.
Less enthused.
Less me.

Music opens my soul.
It does something horribly
cliche,
but in a good way.
cliches have never been good for
me.
But this one is.
It's weird.
Uncomprehendable.
Yet,
It works.
It makes sense.

And yet,
it's not a cliche.
It's something completely new.
Something just for me.
That feeling.
That complete euphoria.

Life sucks.
Yes.
Life doesn't suck.
Yes.
Doublethink.

Think about it.