I'm like an onion.

Fair Warning: There is no rhyme or reason tIo this place. It's me -- all of me.... And I'm all over the place. *insert emoji with tongue sticking out

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I know I’m not the only one who thought Mr. Schue shared a scary resemblance to Justin Timberlake. 

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Don't be scared, it's only love, that we're falling in.

Lifehouse

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So, when good people die they go to heaven and when bad people die they go to hell. When a demon is exorcised they return to hell and when an angel is “sent away”-- for lack of a better word -- they return to heaven. My question: where do the angels and demons go when they’re shot with the cult and stabbed with Ruby’s knife or an angel blade? Because once an angel or demon is killed with one of these objects, they don’t come back. Does being killed with the object leave them in some kind of limbo, or is it just the end -- eternal darkness, as if they’re sleeping forever? Or maybe they’re sent to purgatory? Maybe being killed by these objects traps them in heaven or hell and prevents them from returning to earth? 

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Replaceable

I got into an argument with my friend and was again faced with the hard truth: she’s just fine without me. Where I have one or two friends I consider close enough to be myself around, she has tons. When I told her I wouldn’t talk to her until she apologized to me, she didn’t care. She would not be fazed in the slightest if we never spoke again, where I would feel even more alone. Nothing like a good reminder of how much our friendship means to her -- nothing. 

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The Night v. Time

Have you ever found yourself lying awake at night in an attempt to avoid the next day? You figure, “If I don’t go to sleep, I don’t wake up, tomorrow doesn’t come, and I get to hide forever in this time-limbo, twilight zone type place.” But time keeps passing, the clocks keep ticking, and you have to face facts: despite your best efforts, your today has become yesterday and tomorrow is now. 

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I don't want to be anything other than what I've been trying to be lately. All I have to do is think of me and I'll have peace of mind. I'm tired of walking 'round rooms, wondering what I'm supposed to do -- and who I'm suppose to be. I don't want to be anything other than me.

Gavin DeGraw