Up Again

I get really annoyed when people continuously question my passion for music. I'm not going to do the whole "Oh, music is my life, it really is!" shit because every fucking teenage girl does that at some point in her life.

Instead, I'm going to try to explain why the fuck music means so much to me.

I can't rely on other people to give me the attention or advice I need because people only live for themselves, and I've spent far too fucking long living for other people. The only thing that helps me through the shit I don't talk about is the fact that I know I'm not alone.
Even if my so-called mates forget I exist, or when my parents stop treating me like I have human emotions or when I just feel so shit some days, I feel like I can't get back up, I do.

Because if Chester Bennington can, or if Alex Gaskarth can, or Austin Carlile and Vic Fuentes can, what can't I? I'm not going to get anywhere by crying about shit, so I might as well keep my head down, put in my headphones and get on with it.

Don't get me wrong; I'm not saying I'm giving up on how I want to do things and going with the mainstream conformity bull - I'm just not going to let anything keep me down.
I've been kicked while I've been down enough (and I've been down a fuckload), so now you can throw what you want my way, and as long as I know I've got a decent tune on hand, I'll be alright.

The thank yous don't go to people who assume are owed to them: they go to the people who deserve them. To be honest, if I didn't have Vic telling me everyday "Darling, you'll be okay" and believe it, I'd probably be rotting under the ground somewhere.
So don't tell me it's just another band.