Everything's overrated...

Except me.

Angsty angsty angsty, and oh yeah... a little bit emo.

Fact Statement: I work at a Taco Bell.

If/then statement: If everything goes as planned, then I'll be in Vermont this time next week.

Hope: I can do this.

Doubt: NO. I can't.

Question: Does anything or anyone really matter?

Prediction: Happiness is something that will not come with "success", but rather when I can feel wanted and needed.

That's all I've got.