All Your Twisted Secrets

you only have this one life. You don’t get a redo. This is it, kid. And you’re the only one who can decide how you want to live it

Everything could end in the blink of an eye. Life offered no guarantees.

He’d always assumed the life stretching ahead of him was limitless.

“I’m just tired. I’m tired of trying to make everyone happy, and doing the exact wrong thing. I’m tired of doing the best I can, and it’s never good enough. I’m tired of being manipulated. I’m tired of failing so miserably. I’m. Just. Tired.”

Going through life without my music would be like breathing air without oxygen.

Some people needed liquid courage, but I only needed a shot of music.

I’d been in love with music for as long as I could remember

“People are dumb.”

But panicking was the worst thing we could do. Panicking solved nothing.

After all, nothing ever happened between us. It almost did a few weeks ago. But almost doesn’t count.