one of the bad days
I think that everyone loses themselves at some point.
I think that some people find themselves rather quickly, some people take their time, and others just stay lost: maybe its easier that way.
I think that sometimes we become so caught up in what everyone else wants for us, and expects of us, that we forget what we want.
I think that sometimes we give up our dreams to make other people happy: even if it makes us miserable.
I think that sometimes the grass only looks greener on the other side: I think that if we actually ever got to the so called other side, we’d realise that the green grass was nothing but astro turf: fake, and plastic, and nothing like the real thing.
I think that sometimes people just have to be sad. sometimes they have to be sad for a long, long time, and I think that thats okay too. because at least they feel something.
I think that sometimes its easier to forget than to remember, but the opposite can also be true.
I think that everyone, at some point in their life has woken up in the middle of the night and thought to themselves: I wish I had someone to lie next to. I wish I had someone to curl up against and just fall asleep with. I wish I could hear someone else’s heart beating next to mine, because then maybe it would be easier to sleep.
I am pretty sure I think too much, and I’m almost positive I talk too much, and I don’t think I really know anything about anything, but sometimes, thats alright too.