forgive someone <---jones soda cap
(interesting how they work out)
myo concert tonight. the blackman basses 
theres so much to write yet nothing at all.
[ we wake, we study, we socialize. we go home, we study, we restrict]
[but what of the ones that dont fit a particular mold? the ones who float among the various 'cliques' as they do not posess enough superficiality and ignorance to hold a role in just one...]
[at the ringing of the final bell one scurries to room number one, where all the trials and troubles of the day are dealt with through smooth sounds of bari sax. the low notes echo, making a stand rumble and the highs merely wail in rhythm....]
everything is absolutely insane. absolutely insane. i could explain but theres no use.
if you could go anywhere right now, where would you go? and would you miss me when you get there?
[....awesome memories]
Here in this diary,
I write you visions of my summer.
It was the best I ever had.
There were choruses and sing-alongs,
And that unspoken feeling.
Of knowing that right now is all that matters.
All the nights we stayed up talking
And listening to 80’s songs;
Quoting lines from all those movies that we love.
It still brings a smile to my face.
I guess when it comes down to it...
Being grown up isn’t half as fun as growing up:
These are the best days of our lives.
The only thing that matters
Is just following your heart
And eventually you’ll finally get it right.
Breaking into hotel swimming pools,
And wreaking havoc on our world.
Hanging out at truck stops just to pass the time.
The black top’s singing me to sleep.
Lighting fireworks in parking lots,
Illuminate the blackest nights.
Cherry cokes under this moonlight summer sky.
2015 riverside, it’s time to say, goodbye.
Get on the bus, it’s time to go.
Being grown up isn’t half as fun as growing up:
These are the best days of our lives.
The only thing that matters
Is just following your heart,
And eventually you’ll finally get it right.
| 
