Jen. 18. Music. Cuddling. Writing. Movies. Art. Family. Friends. Traveling.

 

A resident in my building told me that I’m “very pretty” today and I’m still super stoked on it, because I can’t remember the last time anyone complimented my appearance. :)))

Reminder: Relapse is a part of recovery. It’s going to be okay.

Tonight was incredible. Good music. Good friends. Good drinks. Good vibes. I love my Long Island friends no matter what I may say that goes against enjoying my time here. You guys are the best. Not to mention that Patent Pending and This Good Robot are always fantastic, and my boys in Call The Station were pretty wonderful as well. All in all, tonight was pretty awesome. Big hugs&thanks to all involved.

This is probably one of my favorite things I’ve ever written to date; bringing it back because YOLO.

Another demon’s found it’s way out to the surface.
Another savior’s fallen now; why should we deserve this?
Well, I’ve never found much comfort in believing…
but looks can be deceiving.
Glory, glory.
I’ve found my own self out.
Don’t we always
find ourselves face down?
Eyes closed, heads bowed;
We try to find forgiveness,
but we can only find it in ourselves.
Reaching out to find something to hold on to.
Reaching out just to find out no one’s there to hold you.
There’s hardly any left, lay to rest your burdens. It’s only seconds til you’re gone.
Glory, glory. 
I’ve found my own self out.
Don’t we always
find ourselves face down?
Eyes closed, heads bowed;
We try to find forgiveness,
but somehow we always lose ourselves… 

This is definitely a work in progress, but I might be getting somewhere.

When the world comes crashing down,
when no safe haven’s at hand,
when your life’s a broken bone
and nobody’s there to mend,
when the world is on your shoulders,
and the brunt’s too tough to bear,
when there’s nothing left to hold to,
I promise that I’ll be there.

Dear, I wanna find you hurting
when you step outside for air.
Grab you by the shoulders, hold you close;
I wanna meet you there.
When we’re at our utmost vulnerable,
we show just who we are.
With our walls down, we are broken.
We are, everybody, scarred.