It seems that I never want to face tomorrow anymore.
I've learned that I can't write unless I have something heavy on my shoulders.

There is so much I want for myself. It's taken me this long to figure that out.

I want to draw everything. But the ambition is only present when time is not.

Sometimes I feel like being happy is just easier when you're stuck.
My senses are becoming less strong and cloudy, but I need something to clear out for myself.
I'll update again when I actually have something to say. I'm glad to see you two are still here.

I won't ever get rid of this.

No one is the same.

We won't be able to "reconnect." We're just making a new connection all together.

It's never been because I'm determined. Just consistently curious.

Explaining myself to myself I guess, is something I hate doing ( Read more... )

My personality is just a series of reactions provoked by the things surrounding me that I cannot control.

Its like I'm falling off a cliff.

Everyone's here for you but above all, you need to connect the dots yourself. Think of these things more like opportunities for some quality self realization. No one really gets much time for that any more anyways.

If when reading this you think it may be directed towards you, then it is.

It's a quiet calculation that can only cause you to be dizzy. Its like you don't ever really finish, you only lose the moment where it all began. And I guess that's some kind of progress ( Read more... )

I'd rather be the tree than the leaves.

I'd rather be the chimes than the wind.

I'd rather be the shampoo than the conditioner.

I'd rather be the door than the house.

And I'd rather be called a kid than a teen.

But I don't know if I'd rather be a goat or a lamb.

I wish others would come up with another random quirk about me to obsess over. I've grown tired with this one ( Read more... )

I guess I've come to the unfair conclusion:

I'm never going to be able to burn that bridge.