All Is not what is seems.

A longtime friend of mine finally nailed what he claims to be the final blow yesterday. He called me a bitch to everyone, but never said it to my face. It's people like this I can't stand, for one. Also, if you don;t have the balls to say something to someones face, then don't even speak. Today, he will see just exactly who the bitch is. I'm giving him a mirror. Now, here's something about him: he uses his height as his "Advantage", of you even want to call it that. Whenever he can't think of something to say when someone retaliates, he pulls the you're-making-fun-of-the-short-kid card, and expects everyone to stick up for him. The only reason I spoke up and stood up to him is because he claims I'm his friend, yet only talks to me about talking to some girl for him. At first, I did talk to her, just to be a good friend. Even though she didn't like him in general, she asked me to not hurt his feelings. So what happens? He becomes obsessed with her.... Messed up, right? It gets worse. He starts basicly blaming me for him not getting anywhere, and uses me as his personal guide. I'm just the messenger to him, and he called me non-stop just to ask about her. This bothered me a lot, but I continued. That is, until he insulted me and my girlfriend. You just don't mess with the people I care about, and when you do, I'm coming for you. So tell me, Am I in the wrong for being a Jackass to him like he's been to me? Does the kid my friends dub "Dirty-Double-Denim" deserve the satisfaction to pull one over on me yet again? I honestly will say, "Hell no." 

Every Nightmare has a purpose.

Dreams exist from past experience. Every person you meet could be 1,000,000,000 people in a dream. But Nightmares are a whole different experience. I have taken the worst creatures from my nightmares and made them extensions of myself. What I dream is horrifying to begin with, so imagine what nightmares I'd have. I sketch them out, then make full illustrations, and I admire my mind for that. But I also have good endings with my nightmares, anymore. Like, I'll be alone, but in the end, I'm surrounded by my family and friends. I'll be chased by some demented abomination, but I'll slay it. I'lll be getting torn apart, but leave the area victorious. I have no  clue as to why this is possible, but it gives me a little aid in my work. But I have another purpose for this title. I was watching horror movies last night, and I remembered Bioshock. I remember playing it, to be specific. When I played it, it felt like the main character was trapt in the worst of nightmares. But through that nightmare, he found purpose. My life is almost like a nightmare, sometimes, so this may be part of discovering my purpose. (Although, I like my original purpose: To piss people off and be a rebel.) I may only be half-right this time. Who really knows? Who really cares? Not this man, and I'm proud of that.

Also, I am doing covers of songs, and the covers are in the style of screamo, metal, and hardcore.(or as some fans of The Bunny The Bear call it, Furrycore.[Notice: do NOT look it up]) So, if you have any suggestions, throw 'em my way, and I'll do it.

Sweetheart, I shall have the last laugh tonight.

Explain to me exactly why, on my birthday, I am not allowed to be myself. I DARE you. Not one day during the year am I silenced by the world, and today is no exception. My friends told me this Friday, we are going to raise some hell, and a smile slowly crept on my face. I'll show you all what I mean later on, but I'm celebrating. But as to my title. Me and Ky were talking last night, a make-up, if you will, and I'm waiting for her to say "Happy Birthday" to me. But I won't hold my breath, and if she doesn't, I really don't care. Care not of those who care as much about you.

Something Wicked this way comes...

 When I see Chris Cerulli come July 18th, I'll make damn sure he knows what an impact he's had on me, not only as a musician, but as a person. You see, my 18th birthday is in 6 days, and I realize how young that still is, don't get me wrong, but I've learned a lot from him. He's like me; Hell, like US, and he knows what it's like to go through the day and take everything that is said about him and everyone he knows, and creates something inconceivably beautiful from such an ugly thing. I use to care about how I was viewed, but I know what I am, who I am, and what I stand for, and I'll be damned if someone tries and tears me down for that. Forgive me for my rants on Bullying and Fitting In and such, but until people fully grasp this concept, it's pointless not to try. As for the title of this post(I haven't been on for what seems eternities), it's a nod at a line from "Scissorhands(The Final Snow)" by Motionless In White. For me, it alludes to two things: One, the ever approaching days of Warped Tour at Scranton on July 18. The other is simple: I'm the Damned, and those who dwell in this land of decay and corruption will know that I'm coming, and there is Ill-amounted faith towards their survival if they chose to harm this, for lack of a better word, Abomination (or atrocity). Sorry, I view myself as the stereotypical monster, and I believe this is a good thing, for what would the world be without a monster or two to disturb people. Speaking of Disturbing people, I cannot wait for Marilyn Manson to release Born Villain, which, may it be noted, is an amazing concept. But I shall save that topic for another day. Have fun, and please wreak some havoc on anyone who dare defies you.  

A Day We All Shall Remember

The world around me once was crumbling, but now is solid as ever. But this isn't the meaning of this title. I'm going to the Van's Warped Tour! I'm having as many people sign a shirt and my jeans as possible, and if I run out of room, they can sign my body. My first time there, and I only wish Blink 182 would be performing this year(Made a comeback!)

There is always one day in the month that you just feel awesome. But then there are the extremly rare days that show you how much more you are to people. So make that day everyday, F*ck Society and the haters, and show people who you are. I just recently found put my girlfriend's mom has Cancer. Again. But she's so upbeat, it's like she's completely healthy. Now THAT'S amazing. Plus, her mom absolutley adores me for being myslef, but I haven't a clue as to why. Oh well, not questioning it.

Don't look back...

The reason for the title is actually a joke. See, sometimes you shouldn't reflect upon certian things, for you might do something to screw yourself over. However, if you never reflect, you may neglect things you've done that could be the end of you. Internal conflict at its finest. So here's my solution: Remember what you are, who you want to be, and just search to improve yourself. I do not, in any way, shape, or form, enjoy preaching to people about someone I don't even know, but in some cases, I've been told I helped someone. I'm no poet, and I'm not in a band(Yet..), but I want to be there for people, and I don't care who is offended. Speaking of offending people, I had made a valid point yesterday. "It's doesn't matter who you are, where you're from, what you believe in, or anything, you will always offend someone. It all depends on if you care who you offend, and if it's because of something about you or what you enjoy." I can offend people just by being me, but it really doesn't get to me. I'm who I am, and if someone tries to change me, they better be ready to wait til death comes for their souls.