Yes, I was a fan of Fall Out Boy when "Take This to Your Grave" first came out, back when they were still playing shows at our local spot, Mojoe's (the original location on 95th Ave, when smoking was still allowed in public places, yes that long ago). I can't help loving the songs off that album, plus it was close to home since they're from Chicago. And believe me when I say it, Chicago is SO two years ago, just kidding. haha OK, I'm done being a dork and loving on my old Fall Out Boy days. Seriously though, they suck now, unbelievably. I've never been so sad at how a band hit it big (probably the hipster coming out in me, duh). I do miss my days of hanging out at local coffee shops and listening to the next big hits of the are and of course seeing them before they ever got big, yeah I'm proud of that!
This is now the "Emo" coming out in me, you know that annoying kid in high school who always used song lyrics to describe their life? Yeah, that was me, well actually still is me since I'm writing a blog on song lyrics. I find that other people's words just make so much more sense than anything that I could ever say. I bite my tongue because I know I am not the best with words (ask my friends, I am always forgetting the words I want to say). I find myself even more worried about how my words come across. I used to be the quiet one in the back of the room who just listened to everyone. I let people push me around. Since I've come to college, I've pushed myself to be the exact opposite, speaking my mind and not giving a shit to what other people think. This hasn't been the best method to go about things and I'm started to change how I approach people. I do feel like it's made a difference in how people first perceive me. I guess the most important thing I'm trying to say here is: I'm a work in progress.
I'm sorry if I haven't always done things the right way, or they way you want me to. But, guess what? That's a part of human nature. If you can't forgive or can't move on, I don't really want you in my life than either. I've given a lot, and haven't received a lot in return. I'm realizing, once again, that I can't trust that other people will show me the same respect that I try to show them. That always bites to find out. At least I've found a few that will, and I want to thank you all for that. If it weren't for you people, I wouldn't know how to live life. I would have no passions. I would have no goals. Life would be meaningless, just like those damn hipsters think (lol I had to say it).
Bottom Line, I'm not perfect. I make mistakes.
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