Today was that day.
It was that time.

Slowing Down Is Something My Brain Just Doesn’t Want To Do.
Why do I have to think so much? Why can't I be one of those people that don't stress and worry about anything? I want to be one of them. I need to be one of them. The ones that just have the faith that all will work out as it should. In my mind, I have that. In my mind, I am. In my heart, I ( Read more... )

Note to self: duh. It had the power to build you up; it will have the power to destroy you.

You didn't even do anything...why am I so angry?
            Because you didn't?
Or because I know you aren't going to?
Let’s make this public.
It might hurt but I’d rather hurt and heal then not know.

Nothing stands still. Things are either growing or decaying, that’s all I learned in biology. Things are either going in one direction or another, that ( Read more... )

Hardly ever in life do things happen exactly the way you plan. Thoughts and motions that whirl inside your head seem much easier up there than they do in real life. Desires and dreams fill the minds of every one of us. However, things aren’t played out in the exact way we fantasize. A few years down the road, you begin to look back and really take ( Read more... )

My life is just one big contradiction.

Another year gone, another chapter closed.
It takes more time than I've ever had, drains the life from me, and makes me want to forget…
As young as I was I felt older back then, more disciplined, stronger and certain. Scared of eternity; saved by grace, and destroyed by naivety. And I lied to myself, and said it was for the best. And now faith is ( Read more... )

I guess its back to one syllable words.

Until I see you again.

Staring contests are always fun.

I thought of us,hard to talk these days...did we change, or were we strangers all along?

I feel like I'm in a movie. As if in an hour and a half people will sit to watch my life fall apart and then suddenly find a happy ending. People will get up and walk back into their lives. And I am done. A simple figure living in the film, waiting to be played over and over again. Each time my life will fall apart and then piece back together in a ( Read more... )

i want a boy.A nice and bad boy.A boy who has shaggy hair and lets me play with it.Someone who would move the hair away from my eyes and then kiss me.Hold my hand in line at the mall, and make all the other girls jealous.A pretty boy.But not so pretty that I feel awkward.Someone who would think I was beautiful if I dressed so crappy it was classy. ( Read more... )