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All Time Low

Breathe Carolina

Flyleaf

Linkin Park

Forever the Sickest Kids

Cobra Starship

The Cab

Eyes Set To Kill

Cute is what we aim for

Safety Suit

Nirvana

Brokencycle

A Rocket to the Moon

Radiohead

The Used

Hey Monday

The Beatles

The All-American Rejects

The Academy is…

The Saturdays

The Who

Kings of Leon

Calabrese

U2

Yeah Yeah Yeahs

Blink-182

The Veronicas

Muse

We The Kings

The Maine

Girls Aloud

Boys Like Girls

Plain White T’s

Queen

The Killers

Miley Cyrus

Demi Lovato

Taylor Swift

Jonas Brothers

Selena Gomez

Metro station

Paramore

AC/DC

NeverShoutNever!

Hellogoodbye

Death Cab For Cutie

Lady GaGa

Britney Spears

Senses Fail

Green Day

Mayday Parade

Fuck Peyton Manning. Fuck that.

Gonna see A Christmas Carol with my dad since I have no friends and he’s awesome. I love my daddy.

So can I lie in your grave at the edge of the end of the world?

It's that time of year

I hate that I will always and forever be a sad person. Even in my happiest moments, I remember what happened and what she did because I want to tell her everything that’s making me so happy. I can’t. I never can. I try to believe that she knows because she’s watching over me but it’s hard to believe things that aren’t tangible.

I hate that this is so much of who I am now. It’s been so long. I said so long. The goodbyes have been said to ashes and to memories and in dreams. The forgiveness has been given. Why is this still so much of me?

I will always miss her. I will always need more than I got. I will always search for a mother figure to cling to and I never wanted to be that person. I will always have questions. I don’t want to be three years removed from her. I don’t want the 23rd to come.

I don’t want to be strong this year and I don’t want to pretend I don’t care when I care so deeply. I want to cry on someone’s shoulder and tell them over and over again, “I miss my mom. I miss my best friend. I miss my superhero.” That’s what she always was even when she was falling apart. She was my superhero. She was the person who kept me safe and who made everything better, even when she couldn’t make herself better. She gave me a home when no one else ever would have and she loved me unconditionally, even though I was such a letdown, because I stayed and I loved her unconditionally.

So I will always ask, “WHY?” Why would she do this? Why would she leave me? Why would she let me find her like that when she knew no one else possibly could? I live with the image I found that night and I will for the rest of my life. And I will live with a war raging inside me between knowing it wasn’t my fault and the guilt of knowing I could have just called her earlier than I did that day. Maybe things would have been different. Maybe I would still have my best friend. Hindsight is 20/20 and nothing is worse than the clarity this brings. Just come home.

There's beauty in everyone and there's life in everything.