It's funny, the things you forget sometimes. Sometimes; when everything else is too fast paced and you get lost in the movement between up and down.

I wish it would rain.

And oh, it's the little things that make me happy, just so you know.

Some things are worth waiting for.

And sometimes the scales get tipped in your favor and you just can't complain anymore. It feels good.

It feels really, really good.

Everything is about time lately. About how there's never enough, and it keeps speeding up or slowing down and I'm just getting dragged along. But I dont really want to talk about time. I dont really know what I want to talk about at all. It all seems so futile. If you think you can convince me otherwise, please do. I'm waiting for some reason not ( Read more... )

This is so stupid. I cant make up my mind about anything. Why am I so indecisive? And scared. Why am I so scared?

...why?

If there is one person you can't stop thinking about, post this same exact sentence in your journal.

I cannot write, and so I have succumbed to posting pointless things such as this. I'm so fucking frustrated.

And the onset of summer is accompanied by an avoidance of all thoughts that seem to posess even a remote sense of depth. She is just getting by a moment at a time, which leaves little room to think. She says thinking hurts too much anyways. For the first time in years, summer has commenced quickly and silently, and with little promise at all.

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She's like that song that gets stuck in his head late at night and wont let him fall asleep. Her fingertips drag tears into the fabric of air clinging at his neck, and when he awakes there's always five faint red marks teasing his skin where she never touched. She's the one who wants to stand him sideways in the sunlight and capture him forever in ( Read more... )

Grey is confused. Grey cannot make up its mind whether it wants to be black or white, so it hovers in between. It pretends to be concrete when really it defies all description, existing only in a shadow of uncertainty. Waiting for the moment when it can darken and pass off as black, but safe in the knowledge that it is white just the same. Black ( Read more... )

I feel like I'm going to throw up, or pass out, or at least burst into tears. One would think there was something wrong. But no, you see, this is normal. Everyday. I swear my body hates me. Why else would I always feel like crap? I dont have enough energy left to think about it tonight.

[Sleep is the only thing that is sure to help. So why am I ( Read more... )