Man, I used to be so sure of things. “I know what I’m going to do with my life!” I had it all planned out. But… Maybe I don’t know what I want to do. I think I need to find what makes me happy and just go with it. School makes me miserable. It honestly always has, and I’ve never done good in it. I don’t think I’ve ever gotten straight A’s and I almost didn’t graduate high school… And here I am failing miserably at college. I have nothing to brag about this first semester. But maybe I just need to whip my own ass into shape and get in a different frame of mind. Dropping everything, playing music, and touring the country wouldn’t be an acceptable plan for my parents but that would really make me happy. Not knowing is scary I guess but it leaves room for opportunity and discovery.
reblog if you are not josh.
GUISE WE NEED TO FIND JOSH. PLEASE REBLOG IF YOU’RE NOT JOSH. ITS AN EMERGENCY.
This is my other blog where I just reblog stuff. If anyone is actually interested.
Something that everyone can understand, especially as a teenager. A lot of us crave freedom from so many things, or just a release from the world we’re growing up in. Whether a person likes or appreciates different forms of metal, punk, or hardcore, every person can understand what it is to let everything go. The atmosphere of a show… Like every misfit in the local area gathered together in a melting pot of odd looks and outcast personalities. No person could do or wear something that would draw attention. No one gives a shit about your clothes, or if you’ve ever heard the band play before. Fists are thrown by brave men in the middle of a crazed circle like battle field. Violent flailing and fighting, but not with each other, with their lives, and society. People respect the violence. They have a connection with the lyrics. Everyone shouts them not for the simple purpose of recitation but for the fact that they mean something to them. To every stranger in the crowd. All different breeds of people, connected by music and emotion.