WARNING: THE AUTHOR OF THIS BOOK IS MENTALLY INSANE

Poetic.

I realized today I am the shittiest goddamn songwriter on the face of the planet.

Okay maybe that's a bit of an overstatement but come on

You guys read the shit I write here; I'm so goddamn poetic it hurts! Everything I thinkin my mind is dramatic and heart wrenching and a fuckin sobfest

But the moment, the minuscule second I try to write something, it just wont come. I don't have the same connection to it.

I hope that maybe when and if we move at the end of this school year (fingers crossed my dad gets that job Friday...) I want to go to public school. I want to be in a band. I want there to be other people to support me besides me.

I love being in a band with Lizzy, don't get me wrong. But she doesn't take it seriously. But I can't do it without her.

See why I'm so damn conflicted all the time??

I just want to find a way to let it all out. Let the thoughts in my head become the poetry on my tongue, the whispers in my mind become the vibrations deep in my vocal chords.

I want to open my mouth and let it all out.