I’ve always said being happy was a conscious decision that everyone ha to make for themselves. I’ve said before that it’s one I’ve been making, and one that I need to make all the time. In the face of your lies though, in response to your subterfuge, as replacement for love I’ve found myself unable to make a choice– and it just happens.
Maybe the wind is blowing the same on everyone, but my sail just doesn’t seem to be working. I’d rather have never had than to have lost. Honest to God, I’d rather not have heard of Him than to have high hopes float away.
Wow, I think I’ve totally fallen for her.
“Nobody knows the age of the human race, but everybody agrees that it is old enough to know better.”
I met really nice people at Seattle today, they made my morning.
I wish it weren’t true. It’s right in front of me, but I can’t reach it. Society is a fence.
The show was really good though, the Academy Winter Guard show. I enjoyed it.
I have absolutely no will in me to write anything. When I get really upset and confused, I start speaking in German– the police look at you funny.
I really wish I could have what I want. Or maybe more, I wish I could realize I that I already have it.
The one thing you want is within your reach, but separated from you by a cold, unfeeling, metal fence. Depression set’s in; feign a headache. Imagine someone there cheering you on, supporting you. It was just a ghost, though. I am Jack’s lonely self-destruction. Sometimes you have to hit rock bottom before you can go up.
I’ve never really picked up on this, but it’s really a great feeling to be a support to someone else. Even at my lowest, all I want to do is be there for someone, people– even if it’s just moving carts or hitting a note right on time. I am in love, with people that society says are socially unacceptable to love. I say you can’t mess with love.
I want everyone to know how much I want to be there, all the time. It’s my natural high. I’ll be ears for you, I’ll drive you around if you want, I’ll see what you can’t– don’t want to see, I’ll be your heart when yours is broken, in-fact, I’ll be yours, forever. Through everything bad, I’m happy through you; I’m your bitch, because I like you that much.
Also, I want to pierce my eyebrow.