LifeOfIcarus

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*shrugs* Why not.

(Source: g-od)

I believe Your promises are yes, and Amen. I know You said it once, and I believed You then - so I still believe it.

Everyone’s so relaxed on the final day of Parachute. Dress standards drop, there’s more shorts, singlets and jandals, and it’s kinda nice, just seeing everyone not really caring about how they look for the packdown. :)

Parachute, it’s been great. I’ll be sorry to leave, but I will be in a half hour or so.

See you next year, Parachute. You know I love you so.

Also, I just need to rant a little about how amazing Relient K, The Almost, New Empire, The Rocket Summer and everyone else has been.

Holy crap.

I just… Yes.

Love.

Tonight it’s Citipointe Live, Aaron Gillespie, Desperation Band, Ascend The Hill, Parachute Band (Set 1: Matins), Casting Crowns, and then Parachute Band (Set 2: Vespers). 

And I just can’t freaking wait.

I’m off to see Citipointe after this random girl who left her cellphone charging in my laptop comes back from the bathrooms…

Parachute’s been amazing so far.

Surrounded by people, but completely alone.

It’s funny how we feel that way sometimes.

I’m a a festival, surrounded by 20,000+ other people, and I just feel… Nothing.

Is it bad when I can’t even muster the strength to not be bothered to be annoyed at feeling alone? It’s just… I don’t care.

Or I do, but I don’t know what to make that into a feeling of. Whether its lonely, solitude, relaxation, dislike - I just don’t feel any of them.

Do I know what I want? No.

Can I guess? Yeah, I suppose. Somewhat to sit with, to hold a meaningful conversation about my life or theirs, not just small talk or talk about what sound desk is right for monitor mixing.

I want someone that I can sit down with, physically, and just talk. About life. About stuff that happens, stories, stuff. Someone that can give comfort if it’s needed, and someone that can receive it if it’s needed.

I want someone I feel comfortable enough with that I can let down my barriers, emotional, physical, mental.

Maybe it’s just me finally getting over the whole ‘being single is all good’ phase, and finally moving into the stage where you’re looking for someone to share with. Or maybe I’m just being an angry teenager.

I love my best friends. I do. The few of them, I’d give my life for. But the problem with them is simple. They’re not here.

And that makes me unhappy. And deeply sad, and basically just messes me up inside. Because screw stereotypes, I love those people.

Weird mood tonight.

Sitting to the side of Mainstage before Relient K takes the stage, and I just don’t even know what I’m feeling.

Only thing that I can identity is a yearning to be working in The Lounge, just because people.

Alone in a crowd. I guess that’s how I feel. So many people that I know… But as always, none of the ones that I love the most are close to me.

the-drunken-giraffe answered your question: So, just gonna put this out there.

I’m going now! Last minute decision! Might see you there :)

Keen!

If I see Sarah there (which I think she’s keen to) I’ll be seeing you.