He Is We

I cannot for the life of me fall asleep which is horrible. First day of classes starts and if I don’t sleep now, I more than likely will later .. during class. I am the world’s worst student. I finally get to take only 13 hours this semester and sadly, three out of those five classes will eat me alive.

I’ve been writing again and they are still as painful to share now than before. I think one day I’ll be able to do so though. And hopefully taking guitar as a class this semester will give me more skills to finish all those songs I’ve started. I’ve only finished one song and it’s fairly short. I’ve played it to one friend and it moved her so much that she cries. It’s a sad song but I  guess I should be happy that she can relate to my music.

I don’t share much of my problems here on the blog nor in real life to people I know because I don’t like burdening people with my thoughts. So when I do write about it, and you guys listen, it means a lot. Thanks for the emails and comments and encouraging words. Things have already gotten better. I’ve called his family to let them know what’s going on and he’s getting the help he needs.

We all have a story to tell.
Whether we whisper or yell.
We all have a story, of adolescence and all it’s glory.
We all have a story to tell.

-He Is We