Music/title: Admit It!; Say Anything
“Cause I’m proud of my life and the things that I have done;
Proud of myself and the loner I’ve become.”
. . … …. .
I’ve never cried at a concert before.
I’ve never felt such a connection with a band as this.
Perhaps it’s his lyrics.
Perhaps it’s his own bi-polar disorder’s pertinence to my mother.
Maybe he makes me hate her just a little bit less..
Seventeen years, two days, and fifty-four songs later-
Max Bemis still performs each and every note as if it’s his first.
The emotion portrayed was breathtaking,
and with his final ‘Walk Through Hell’ I couldn’t help myself…
/ / /
First snow in the house-
I have been experimenting with overlays, and I must say that I love the process.
I find myself experiencing this process less and less lately.
Every day is busy. Every day is full of tasks, and the never-ending rise to the top..
But I don’t want to be there.
I have never wanted to be there.
How do you all do it?
Do you really love the power? The thrill of control?
I s’pose some do.
Otherwise, who would be there to rise above me?