Something about anxiety.

We got home at 8 am this morning after driving for about 18 hours.
I'm already restless.
We're writing music, I'm writing words.
It looks like the album is going to be a portrait of my own anxiety and loneliness,
and everything else that I feel everyone can relate to.
I really don't like sitting around.
Tour felt like one very long, exhausting day.
I don't want to do anything else.
I'm lacking focus.
Does anyone know anything about the Holy Terror cult?
I'm having trouble finding information.

Emily is the most wonderful part of being home, by far.

Tour Starts.

I'm up too early.

So excited to see everyone today, and get on the road.
It's cold.

Home is where the heart is.

I leave in one week.

I am content..

Home is wherever I rest for the night.

I love my girlfriend.

"Everybody knows, that love is like a prairie fire, that sweeps across the field consuming it all. Everybody knows that love will never fade of flicker, that it's as pure as the air we breathe."