Lyrics for you

[Posted to Xanga 4/12/11]

People are wasteful, they waste all the food.
People are hateful, and people are rude. But God I love some people sometimes, because people are very very special. And people are impatient, they dont know how to wait.
And people are selfish, people are prone to hate.
But God I love some people sometimes, because people are the greatest thing to happen.
I said God I love some people sometimes, because people are the greatest thing to happen.
And People are people, regardless of skin.
And people are people, regardless of creed.
People are people regardless of gender, people are people regardless of anything.
I said People are people regardless of gender, people are people regardless of anything.
And people are my religion, because I believe in them.
People are my enemies and people are my friends.
I have faith in my fellow man, and I only hope that he has faith in me.
I said I have faith in my fellow man, and I only hope that he has faith in me.

From my Song of Myself in March 08

[Posted to Xanga 4/11/11]

Someone once told me

that having your mistakes pointed out to you is a luxury

which you will not receive in the real world—

instead, the door of opportunity will slam in your face.

But I believe that, like every rule,

this statement has exceptions—

the instances where people rise from their ruined lives

like phoenixes, taking on the world

and winning.

In this world,

I will either die young

or become a miracle.

[Posted to Xanga 4/11/11]

Guys guys GUYS. I am moving to Olympia.

My parents are helping me go to Seattle and Boston. What I truly want is finally what’s best for me. The people who were real will become internet shadows, and the one person who was always an internet shadow will become real. Everything is all flipped around.

And I feel happy.

I have the capacity to feel fear again. This is something I'd forgotten about--caring about my life enough to be afraid walking the streets of Atlanta. Thinking about dying and wincing away from it instead of wishing for it. And I find myself annoyed by this miracle. It's like, hey, I actually really want out of this situation and it bothers me. What on earth is going on? Why can't I just do whatever I want like I could before?

People around me are unhappy that I'm leaving (even if they're happy for my sake) and I actually have the emotional capacity to reach out to them.

Is this really happening?

I bought plane tickets.

Across the CONTINENT.

And I have never felt better about any decision in my life.