All the other fish in the sea are sluts anyways.

Dance like no one's watching. Sing like no one's listening. Work like you don't need the money. Love like you've never been hurt before. Live like there's no tomorrow.

A prayer for the wild at heart, kept in cages.

When I'm old and gray, I want to have a house by the sea.
And paint.
With a lot of wonderful chums, good music, and booze around.

How do you start living different,
when you still live the same?
We get caught up in our lives,
trying to figure out what it is
that we live for.
We forget who we are
by doing what we are supposed to.
We don't know what it is
that we search for anymore.
Then there are those moments
when you stop when the
world is still turning and
you look into it and it's
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21..! What the fuck!?

Time goes by so fast…

No energy to get pen and paper.
Typing quite difficult.
Want a cigarette.
Of course,
nostalgic.
Self pity,
Jealousy.
Yesterday.
Scary new beginnings.
Old revelations.
Same love.
No love.
Dry hands.
Bad wine.
A lot of memories.
No control.
Desperate futures.
Sleep.
Warm.
Music.
Music.
Music.
Feelings.
Love.

It's all kinda new to me.
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I like this… You and me.

Something new, something good.

You are how I ought to spend my time.

I'm happy for you. I know you deserve it but I can't lie, I envy you. 
That should have been me but I fucked it up. 
I'll never tell you that.
I can't. 
What kind of a friend would I be if I do?

He's gone. I can't believe it.
And now all the "Could have, should have, didn't" thoughts come up, and what if... 
I miss him so much.