I just feel like writing. I miss the age of innocence. When swear words were a big deal, when you didn't talk about jerking off or how you had anal sex with your boyfriend. I miss the time when I played house with my cousin and when I wasn't judged and when my parents would spend time with me. I miss back in the day. The time when I lived in Everett with Ruby, Allie, Jasmine, and T.C. I miss the times when my dad was single and would hang out with me because he didn't have to worry about girlfriends. I miss the time when my friends didn't change. I miss the time when there was no simple Rob, I miss when I was  skinny, when school didn't overcome my life. When kids weren't smoking dope and when I would hang out with my grandma and play charades with my cousins. You say "Do something about it" but some things can't be undone. (2010)

I seem to make better friends with strangers
than with people like you
You have your ways and your stubbornness and you say we're like sisters
but I'd say I disagree
You are nothing more than a person in my class and
You USED to be more than that
But I see that things have changed
Change...
Its what causes the universe to fall and
shift down your throat and it gags you as it pulls everything apart
or what introduces the genuine good that went unnoticed.
But not this time.
You broke my universe "friend"
But its not the end of the world I guess
I still have the strangers, that the majority tells me not to talk to
If you choose right, you meet the good kind people, of course kind because they're trying to be polite, but nonetheless
better than you
but that's what made it good
I was rooting for the beginning, but as of now
the ending is what determined this.
You judge and you point and stare as you pray for yuppies to die
and STRANGERS you point at and call them materialistic whores and assholes
and you HATE them and you HATE almost everything
Exclusive and not in a good way
Snob and you don't even know it
someone should tell you, but you won't even listen
because you're too good for me
or are you...
you blindly made it hell in the end
congratulations
you make a better stranger than a decent friend.

I'm falling in love with music again. This time I'm rediscovering the old stuff. I've recently been obsessed with Kurt Cobain. One night I had this dream, a really weird one of course, and I was like at some awards show like the Academy Awards or the Oscars or something, and I'm sitting next to Kurt Cobain and he's bald in this like beige suit and he was really friendly and nice to me. He said hi and I kind of forgot what we talked about, but we didn't talk a whole lot. Then after that I went to my friend Annabella's house and she was like decorating this black and red and sort of purple wedding and I was like "GUESS WHAT!!!" "what?" she says. I say "I SAW KURT COBAIN TODAY" and she's like "NO WAY" and I'm like "Hell YEAH I DID." and she's like "Oh my gosh." and then a few seconds later she's like "wait...isn't Kurt Cobain dead." and then I woke up... But anyways after that dream it all just kind of fell into place. I went to Wet Seal and got this awesome plaid shirt (I LOVE PLAID)that I knew I would wear, not as a full buttoned up shirt, but as a light jacket to wear over another shirt, so I bought that around the time of my birthday. On the same day I also went to hot topic and they had this perfect Nirvana shirt, and so I got that and I realized that I had picked the perfect outfit to dress up in grunge. I love grunge style. I'm a laid back person. I love raggedy old clothes that just some how look really good on certain people. I'm into having messy hair and wearing pajamas all day. Anyways, about a week later, in the library I found a book called Cobain Unseen by Charles Cross. So I look through it and I just keep getting more and more inspired by Kurt. The book is like a scrapbook of all the creative things Kurt had done in his entire life. It had poems, pictures, artwork, journal entries, music, it was what I had always longed for. I am obsessed with finding inspirations or being inspired. I love it when I'm inspired. It just feels so good. On that day I found a picture of Kurt that I really liked and thought was a good picture of him and I started drawing it. I drew like practically until my mom picked me up because I knew she was not going to buy me a $35 book that day. So I waited until I finally got my hands on the book again and I drew away all day. I've finished it and I'm going to edit it a little bit and then I'm going to eventually put it on deviant. As of right now I have the book again. For the past couple of days there has been that new Kurt Cobain live concert thing and I've been taking this quiz on facebook where you can win a Nirvana t-shirt or even a FENDER guitar, and I've been listening to "Man Who Sold the World", "Lounge Act", "Territorial Pissings", "Love Buzz", and "Come As You Are" almost every day. I can't help it...I'm obsessed.