Happiness

It’s a choice. It really is. Something I’ve realized recently. Everyone goes thourhg their own personal struggle. It could be something as minor as forgetting a math assignment, or as horrible as losing a loved one. We all have misfortunes. But you can’t let it consume you. Dreading is really just a waste of time. It’s dangerous. To fall into this helpless pit of depression and anxiety and overthinking and self harm and negativity. 

The only way out of it is honestly to pull yourself out of it. You have to take the first step into happiness. It won’t magically arrive out of nowhere. 

Luckily, I have a really good friend who was able to pull me out of my teenage angst pretentious depression. My struggle was minor, but the impact it had on me was major. But she helped me through it. She held me up as I took my first new steps into a new mindset. And I love her for that greatly.

But honestly. One key advice I have to anyone suffering from unhappiness, is to surround yourself with people/things that make you happy. My instruments, my music, my books, and my good close friends are enough for me. If anyone or thing makes you feel negative, stop. It’s not worth it. It’s not worth falling for someone who makes you feel like shit. It’s not worth taking an AP class that stresses you out way too much. It’s not worth taking 2 jobs if you have extreme anxiety over it. Of course, they all have limits. But like all the cliches say,

“Life is too short to be unhappy.”

So if you ever need anyone to talk to, about anything. I’, here for each and every one of you. I know how it feels. And it sucks. But just belive me when I say things get better.

Thankyougoodnight

Another Show!

June 15th at The UG. It’s 8 bucks presale, just find me and gimme dat gwap and I getchyo ticket.

We’ve been working on a ton of new material and we should be at our best at this show.!

Please come! We would greatly appreciate it.

http://www.facebook.com/events/451262708233689/

Misnomer

Come support me and Randy at our show tomorrow!

http://www.facebook.com/events/170615406401369/

Ginsberg

picked up an anthology of Ginsberg’s work and journals with stuff from kerouac and other Beats. It’s great. And it was only 5 bucks. I love half price, especially with their 20% off sales.

Man fears beauty because Beauty

    kills man

So that It may exist alone and perfect

Satisfying man’s secret Ambition

    to be Beauty

and Nothing but Pure Beauty

-Ginsberg

PLEASE COME
Bleh

the only way to keep my mind off the stupid teenage emotion shit is to stay busy

so Ima stay busy. And foget that shit. I have too much good shit going right now to be emotionally distressed.

I’ll save that for when I need to write a song.

HEYYYYY

My band “Misnomer” will be playing friday night at The Attic in kettering. It’s 5 dollars, and doors open at 7. Please come! And tell your friends!

The Burbs

These houses have faces. 

They show more emotion than the people who live inside.

The roads they sit upon circulate into a never-ending repetitive cycle of sameness.

Until you reach the demise of a coul-de-sac,

Where the children play every day with the same red Schwinn and football.

The basketball falls in that same old hoop,

Day after day after day.

These houses have faces. 

With tamed pretty flowers and painted white shining shutters,

And the one house with an untamed lawn,

faces the prosecution of the masses,

with sneering eyes and solemn stares.

Where perfection is an unimaginable goal,

and trends are followed religiously.

Imperfection is nothing but a sin,

and questions are a bright red poison apple.

These houses have faces.

They open their mouths to greet the husband each morning,

where he leaves each and every day to work dreadfully

for his dreadful dollars,

to pay for his dreadful daughter’s new convertable,

But he never wishes against his conviction. 

His mind only rests upon that cold rum and coke,

where ice cubes melt like his consciousness.

Sipping, sipping, sipping, until he wakes up to that bloody alarm.

His wife cooks his hot meal, 

only to ensure her new diamond ring for her birthday.

She just hopes he remembers.

And he just eats his bacon, dreading another dreadful day at work.

These houses have faces. 

brianluman:

↔ by Lauren Avery on Flickr.

This is so sick

brianluman:

by Lauren Avery on Flickr.

This is so sick