please tell me this is just a bad dream.

am i not smart enough? funny enough? pretty enough? everytime i turn around something new comes up that i don't know how to deal with. i know i eventually pick myself back up. its been the story of my life it seems, but i'm tired. i'm tired. so tired. i love you. and i want to say i'd wait for you forever. you say that the feelings you have, or now ( Read more... )

 i hate not being able to walk around at night.
i miss trees.
i miss corn fields.
i miss the smell of clean air.
i miss my friends.
i miss michael.
i'm not meant to be in a big 
city. 

 five years from now i'll be twenty-five. five years ago i was fifteen. ten years ago i was ten. thats half my life. i'm twenty. i'm half way to fourty. i'm twenty and i'm not in college. i'm living in downtown indy. it scares me. i work at hooters. which is cool because i'll be so involved with the colts games and stuff, and its a really big deal ( Read more... )

i'm ready for next summer.

i kinda can't wait.

you can't scare me anymore.
and i don't need this in my life.
i don't need it anymore..

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i'm reaching out,

but there's nothing to grab.

i never thought i'd say this.

i'm hooked.