clinging to cold kissesinsecure, for sure. i think though, i have reason. we're not even together, but parinoid thoughts when i see the missing wrapper. is he really the ass-hole that shows it's face now and then. push me...ya i just cry and say it's nothing, but u know i lie and ignore it. i am glad u stop pushing when your done, it would only anoy me more if u continued. he adds that extra butterfly to the teeter-totter causeing it to tip. fuck u...........i know that's all he probably wanted. got it. now i feel stupid, stupid little girl with a crush, stupid little girls never think. it's okay if i bother u, i am immature, but i am young, i'm allowed to be...aren't i. makes u in a way the immature one. thanks for useing that bitch ass tone in your voice. i cried because of u, and i stopped because of u. i know this will never ever work right. thorn in your ass? yes i am, it's not all bad. we both fill some needs useing one another. stop. go. push. push. pull out. thoughts of beauty fill me when i look at
Coming to terms with LifeI just don't understand how things have such a foggy clarity. The future is remote, and will be switched, turned up, and down, on and finally off. The fact of the matter is that I have come to peace with the braided streets. If I were to die tomorrow, that would be perfectly alright with me. This statement though, is not in regards to depression or wanting to die, I would just be okay if I did. My life, of course, would be a waste. I would have achieved nothing of great importance, and nobody would remember me for long, but if I wasn't around to see what I could have done to change the world, why would it matter? And when was life about remebering the past? It is for the present, and the future. I don't want to be remembered. Today I will breath. I anticipate the future. I try to forget the past, though sometimes it's hard. I will never regret anything after thought. I will learn. I will keep listening to others when they speak, I may disagree, but I will listen. I will wipe the fog of
bite your thoughtinsecurities r eating meeating me, but i am so hightoo high, i don't want to fallgo fall down, so i should lower myselfalow myself not to bejust let me be, be only who i desirenot to be another, not another to be meor reck me, just controllet it go, but keep it closecloser then close, at least till it crashesand it will, but not yet, give it timetime will be the destroyer and the nursestop thinking so far ahead.