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The tremolo picking build-up is echoing in my head right now.

The sounds of heartbreak. 

I get my best ideas at the worst times.

It’s honestly the truth. Since I got home 20 minutes ago, I’ve already had three great ideas. One was for a song lyric I was working on. The other was to pack a backpack for school, since my first class is in 9 hours. The last was to restart this blog. 

Unfortunately, the only one of those ideas that I’ll actually be acting upon is the latter. Which brings me to my next point.

This happens to me every fucking night. Night after night, I have brilliant ideas far beyond when I’m supposed to be asleep. I don’t think I has to do with the state my brain is operating in, as I’m really not all that tired; it’s more that I’m temporarily void of distractions. So, realistically, I have three options:

1. Start thinking more during the day.

2. Become nocturnal.

3. Get less sleep.

And like my original list of ideas, only one of the items on that list will happen.

(And also like the first list, I’ll only see to the end of this one.) 

I haven’t posted here in a while. But I really fucking love this band. Regardless of their religious affiliations.