the good life.

home. i spent nine days down the shore. i'm really really happy to be home. i'm really really tired. i'm over everything. you can't hold me down anymore. i've had the best couple of weeks. i know i never would have done the things i've been doing this time last year. as of right now, i'm happy to be alone. i'm happy to only have to answer to myself. to stay out all night with my friends, to drive all over, to do whatever whenever where ever. tour was fantastic. i love my friends. it was hard to hate and hard to remember what i was hating. i forgot about you for awhile. and now i'm trying to forget you for a little while longer. i feel like i had a lot to write, a lot to say. but i guess not. i'm happy. i think. i'm pretty sure. my hair is about a million different colors right now and it's really long and i just want to be with the people i love all the time. that's it i guess.

"you had your chance and you sold it secondhand. repressed and over dressed, brand a scarlet letter on your chest. here's where second best over takes the rest. people like you are why people like me exist."