Welcome Home.

"Welcome home outcast, because I know how you have felt over the years."

: ) It's so refreshing.

It's so fresh pair of socks.

It's so ... familiar.

To just accept it all.

To stare teary-eyed into the future and the past, smile and dreamily say,
"Fuck it."

You know it's too much. And you'll never be ready. And you'll fuck up.
Just like you did that one time.
And that other.
And that other.

But in the end. You'll go down grinning. And know you tried. And you tried fuckin' hard.
And that no matter what anyone says. Or does. Or who they are. Or will be.

You tried.

"The truth is that looking at me is like looking in a mirror."

Because I remember. All the pain I had. And all the pressure. And the awful, Awful unhappy people.
And yet.

I'm still here. Sober, Alone and Rambling.

"On rendered notes of parchment, I'm scrawling my existence.
Dressed in white. This candle radiates throughout the night.
Forever burning bright."

This is... for me... One of the only, truly empowering note on here.

"Hold your head high, heavy heart."

Because.

I hope you can look at what you're doing with your life.
Look at the people in it.
And know.

You've never been so goddamn ready to make a mistake.