has anyone ever noticed that we only find the ability to write profound, heart wrenching, breath stopping words when we are hurt ( Read more... )

i've never had a good september.
this one looks like it won't be any different.
go figure.

i've never hated life. i always took pride in the fact that life and i got along just fine. nothing really awful ever seemed to happen to me. but i firmly believe that the theory of convergence follows me everywhere. so each time something great is about to happen or already did happen, something equally as bad must occur as if to say "not so fast ( Read more... )

since when is love a waste of time?

it's not alright, but it has to be.
because i won't be a burden.
i don't want to because i'm not one.
but i'm not the one either.
so i guess that makes me a waste of time.

"better sooner than later."

"but as i watch the girl unfold before my eyes, I discover that i like her."

// i want the next few years of my life to be my crescendo, the building moment in my song which reaches it's peak, climax, total high point.
// i want this time in my life to be my crescendo, or at least the first notes of it.