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moments like this are like the soft lips of my boyfriend that meet my kisses. the tooth that completes my itty, bitty smile. the right words to the perfect story-book ending. and i can sit here at the computer, hear a meaningful, uncharted song and fall so head over heels in love with any words that come from my dirty finger-nailed finger tips. i feel like writing, writing, writing, writing, but the hardship that tags along with this overwhelming need is that my writing doesn't head anywhere important besides www.livejournal.com. i'm eighteen years old and the only significant thing i can recollect myself ever taking part in is high school, naturally the bittersweet experience every slightly head-right person takes part in. i want to grow some more. branch out from a girl glued to the television and computer screen on her days off. yesterday was the quickest path taken to a new me, if i would have taken the right precautions to keep myself directly careful on that path, that is. i want to put myself in situations where i have no clue, in any way, shape, or form, on what will happen next. spontaneity is something i've always included myself in, accidentally, i'd like to think. and lately, the bumps i've been forced to get over keep me from being the real, pure, wholesome me. thankfully though, i feel most at ease with him. you saved my life, you know? because of you today i'm allowed to climb onto his world capable website and complain about my inability to expand, not hip-wise, but heart-wise. in all kindness, i can easily eat my hips to a size 42 without you. yesterday didn't give me a new found respect for life, it just broadened my mind to how often i've been put in a situation like that- not often at all, and that's not good enough. i want to take god-awful risks because of the adrenaline it gives me, i want to step outside of the box and keep swimming around that concept for life. i'm going to write a list of new year's resolutions i plan to go through with starting with this- whatever this is.