when you hate, it consumes you, controls you and takes over your life. please remember that the 202 times a day the word comes out of your mouth.

then something BIG comes along and hits you ( Read more... )

sick to my stomach sad, but numb to the point where i don't feel it. i'm not done.

nah man, i'm good. whatever.

i don't like anyone who does what they do to be who other people think they should be.
oh, and i totally have the idea of the century. i'm starting tomorrow. i'm siked.

sometimes i wonder if you know when you're lying.

something's off. i'm lost.

sometimes i wonder if there's a heart inside of you at all, or if it's just too beat up to beat.

for a while i wondered if this went both ways, but now i realize that needing people to be honest and open and straight with you isn't one of the necessary elements of being ok. there are people out there living and breathing every day without anyone loving them. the majority of the things that used to scare me don't anymore because i've survived

her mother had planned on naming her autumn shay since she was young herself. the thought, the spark, it all stuck. she's the leaves falling from the trees in the cool wind just waiting to be jumped into. it never matters how long it took you to make that pile; falling into oranges and reds is always worth it. she was always worth it.