Don't drop your arms

I'm listening to Anberlin right now, remembering the days of yesterday. Time spent at Copper Rock, Bdubs, Barnes and Noble, and it goes on.

I often wonder if I should be more upfront about other people's faults. I am more than ready to admit my own faults and shortcomings, but I rarely, if ever, tell other people what I think their faults are. And although I admit all the wrong things I have done and work on changing them, the relationship as a whole never changes. Is it because I try and the other person doesn't? Or is it because I like to believe that I am changing when I am not?



My mask is growing heavy but I've forgotten who's beneath