But I probably should, I’m sitting in class tuning out my professor whose repeating himself, and I’m sitting here wondering what the fuck is going on in my head via emotions, the future, etc.My heads running at a mile a minute; I’m so confident for no reason, I wish my life could be put on pause for awhile, and I feel the need to be some sort of frontman just to get these thoughts out of my head and weight off my chest. But my singing is mediocre, and I still struggle to be satisfied with this walking pile of dead skin I was given as a capsule of transportation. I’m learning more about myself typing this then I’ll ever learn in a college. I just need to vent, if this was a suicide note I’d sign it but I don’t believe in giving up. I hope no one reads this.