Never let them take you alive.

This post is not going to document a segment of my travels, it's not going to give you expert advice on which Parisian café to choose when looking for the best pain au chocolat in France (I've never had a less than satisfactory pastry of any kind while there), and in fact, it's not even travel related. 

These are my thoughts after several weeks of, pardon my French, being "in the shit", as a hero of mine Gerard Way would say. The past two months being back at school have been full of emotional turmoil, caused by classes as well as a few personal things. For about a month, the only music I've listened to is My Chemical Romance, who I've loved since I was a greasy, awkward twelve year old with glasses and a tragic set of braces. They've always had a way of sticking with me, especially during times when I didn't know what the hell I was doing. Lately, they've served a new purpose for me, and that's inspiration. 

I'm not one to write poetry, so that's not what this is. These are merely my thoughts. Getting this down on paper helped me realize a few things, and I hope that if you too are "in the shit", that they can help you as well.

You're going to be okay. 

You're going to finish school, even if you only scrape by.

Even if you don't know what to do with your life,

You're going to find yourself.

You don't need anyone but yourself.

You're going to create things. 

Important things.

Things for yourself, things for others.

You're going to be the best version of yourself.

You might not always know the right words to say,

or you might not know which door to go through next,

but you've come this far.

Shed your yellow and take my hand, 

always remember to keep running,

and never let them take you alive.

What a bunch of life-saving goofballs.