Two doors
One left
One right
The door to the right
Made of pine
Solid and sturdy
The door to the left
Made of old oak
Decayed and damaged
The choice is simple
Or don’t you know
I already chose the left
Because through the damage
The the cracks and rot
I can see that simple fact
This door was made for me
Every scar on the wood
Mimics the scars on my heart
This door is for me
And yeah it may have problems
But so do I
Broken and battered
But mend it I shall
This door is for me

Don’t you just hate it when you write this suuuuuper long post, then delete it because you hate it….

honestly im happier than ive been in a long time. im glad a found a girl that i actually like. she really understands me, and she always knows how to make me smile

This girl….

Dealing with drunk people is absolutely absurd

Mad world by gary Jules, new favorite song. Check em out

I do love weed. I know, it’s such a surprise but yours truly smokes weed. I dont like it because it’s “cool” I’m not really sure why I do like it, but i love the feeling, and I love the process of smoking, it’s ungodly.

If i have a serious conversation with you about religion than i probably trust you a lot. I never talk to people about my religious beliefs unless I truly trust that person.