May 07, 2008 20:49
I'm so moody, I can't stand it.
I'm sad the year is ending, and I'm sad that I feel like I haven't had time to breathe in the last month.
I really am not ready to move home.
I'm ready to be more mature.
(specifically, more mature than this).
I'm ready to be with people.
I'm ready to learn how to love others, unconditionally.
I'm ready to forgive my mom.
(or I want to be..)
I'm not ready to lose my friends.
I'm not ready to grow up.
I'm not ready to be strong.
When we laugh so hard we cry,
All the love between you and I:
Something beautiful.
It's the voice that whispers my name,
It's a kiss without any shame:
Something beautiful.