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26 April 2011

Erica's Mix for Cassidy @ 12:29 AM

It's been ringing in my head, playing in my car, and totally taking over my music tastes.

My best friend's girlfriend, though she worries me, makes kick-ass mix tapes. I can't help but listen to the whole damn CD (minus that song by Never Shout Never, hate that shit) over and over again. It made me rediscover Matt Nathanson, whom I love dearly.

Aside from the facts, it's all love songs, which makes me all kinds of odd feeling. My whole life I thought I'd been going around loving, but whatever I've been up to, it wasn't love; it was something selfish and self-indulgent. I look around and I'm not proud of who I've become, and I realize I've crippled myself immensely with my own forwardness.

I just continue trying to better myself, even though I know I'll never be happy, no matter how good I get.

I'm not sure if this should sadden me, or give me a life of greatness to look forward to.

the real deal

"I do what I can wherever I end up, to keep giving my good love, and spreading it around"

Amelia Bartlett, 18; performer, creator, student, optimist. Open-minded and looking to expand.

keep love alive.