I Just Wanna Believe.

Let's ignore the shitty poetry, shall we?

This has all been chaos and dischord, so I suppose, in the long run, it's good for me. Find discord in life, dissonance in existence, and throw it into my music? Maybe, hopefully. Only time will tell, I suppose. I have Jandek to thank for finding a new way to express myself through writing, so at least that's one positive.

Move on, I guess. Bigger, hopefully better things. Focus more. Ease my way into a scene I have no idea how to even begin traversing. Camoflauge is a definite weakness...

Yes, no. So wrong.

Keep finding new ways to do the same thing all over again. Sorry, Brand New, but I'm trying to concentrate on anything but falling apart, at this point. Already been there in the past month, don't really desire to go back again.

Going places I don't want to go with people I'm not entirely comfortable with anymore. Such is life. C'est la vie, or some shit like that, right?

Jump off that still-moving train, in search of my next fix.