From Discoveries; my high school journal.
Entries from February of 2009.

February 12th: Even in good company I still feel alone.

February 13th:
I can't paint & I can't  draw either.
But with my words,
I can paint a paper-back
that will give
even
Andy Warhol, a run for his $.

Three Months ago:
I took a look
in the honesty window's
reflection
and I began to loathe what I saw.
& I began to mend my mold
to make this work.
WIthout resorting to stripping or suicide,

That's when Bandit came out to play.

"Everything I say is said in blue ink and heard on lined paper. Chemical and herbal experimentation have changed me. Oh high, I'm Bandit. & It is nice to meet you."

On the 69
blood-line.

A
free-flowing,
free-way
heading somewhere
West.

Cause every
selfless-soul
is just
sulking in the shadows.

Of a
Western
sun-set.

"Record this."

For this is
the end of a
day, today.

The end of an
era-o-errors.  

Shattered.
it sounds sweeter.
&
I'm not broken, anyways.

I'm just recreating
my
self-star
from
the ashes that the
fire-man gave me.

Colour electricity.
Folded & fermenting
inside an aluminum-cocoon.

In time.
I'll see them,

Passionate purples
&
Beautiful blues.

It will
look like
someone done
painted a mosaic.

All up
in my hair
but it's really
just
my
Ultra-Violent-Weave.

March 3rd: When the sun has left us and all is dark. Keep smiling. The night may be a long battle and you may lose this battle. But the war will be won when the sun returns to liberate you in the morning.

March 4th: Even though our conversations have died., we always talk in my dreams.

March 5th: I’ll accept you for who you are. I hope you can do the same for me.
I can't hide behind this mask forever. & You can't keep pretending to play everyone's fool.

March 6th: Little One, I’m sorry your “Father” never cared. I'll make it up to you <3

December 24th: Slow down,
breathe, and relax.
Save your problems
for tomorrow
and calm your racing heart
Today.
December 25th: We pave the walkways
into the hearts of others
with ipods and gaming systems.
It's sad.
December 26th: The anxiety is over.
December 27th: Everything and everyone is beautiful.

Shun the sinner.
Love the sinner
hate the sin.
**** THAT.
God in essence
would essentially
be nothing more than love.
Which is
a
feeling that in the end,
everything is going to be okay
because
we're in
something much larger than
our
deepest fears,
our
biggest dreams
and
most importantly
ourselves.

* So when they preach hate,
that is apparently
sent from god.
How are you,
100%
sure that, whoever they're
talking to is
just pretending to
be something
they're not.

I'm tired of
being
******* over.
No, I don't
wanna *****
uhh
screwdriver.

Get out of
the shed.
Ya ******'
tool.