Creative name. Women need to learn how to make sense. But it’s whatever. Life goes on. I wish I could be Tupac. I can’t focus in school, I’m always think about other things that are more important to me though to other people may not seem like a big deal. MY life has been an emotional roller coaster since my mom left. I feel like a pregnant woman. I hate the music scene. I love playing music in it. I still really only like Kaitlin, oh well. I fucked that up. Badly. Life goes on. I feel like I’m in over my head with life 90% of the time. It’s overwhelming. Someday, I really do want to be like my dad. He’s calm, cool, and collected. I jeep telling myself that life goes on, it really does, but time scares the shit out of me. You can have all of it in the world, or you can be running out of it. It doesn’t slow down or speed up. It doesn’t stop, but you do. Time is overpowering. Oh well. Life goes on, right? Right. Social networking sites kinda suck. I kinda just want to hold Kaitlin’s hand again. Oh, and I hate when people are all like “dude, I thought you were supposed to be all metal and tough guy”. No, I’m not one of those dudes. Regardless of the music I play. I am Kyle. I’m nice, loud, but if you cross a line, I’ll get pissed. I don’t want to go to school.