The Boy with the Thorn in his Side

yes i am posting about it again
but no one left me any comments. =[
so i am posting it again:

"...The boy wished he could live in the "humdrum towns" and "coastal villages". He sang "I wish i weren't me" over and over again just flat of the key of love until he forgot the words and could only hum along. Everyday was the same. The same stupid smile on the same stupid boy. Until the days blurred into a haze and the boy dropped into a depression. Not a cool dark room and cigarette depression like the songs he loved, but one that felt like he was being smothered by a safe, suburban, monotonous blanket...."

"I think somewhere in everyone is THE BOY..."



-passages from The Boy With The Thorn In His Side, BY: Pete Wentz



So i started this great new book. The Boy with the thorn in his side. When i first read the two passages above, i thought, "wow, that's me." IT's wonderful to know someone you don't even know can feel the same exact feelings you are. Even if they are unexplainable. Sometimes you start to think, "It's just me in this screwed up life, no one knows how i feel". Then you hear a great song or read an excellent book that just gives you hope. No matter how upset, sad, angry, confused or whatever you are. There's just hope. When you find a song or book like that, keep it with you, no matter what happens, in your hopes. In your dreams. In that messed thing you call your mind. =]