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The Journal
I just want someone to walk in front of me, so I can follow the leader. Just to make me feel at ease for once in my life. It’s hard to focus through all of this doubt. Even writing in this journal seems pointless now. When the world ends who’s going to read it? But I try to make some comfort in written words. You seem to be the only one I trust with my stories. Goodnight.
All eyes are on the calendar. Here the days pile up, decisions to be made. I’m sure all of them are wrong. But these days and the best of friend all seem to slowly disappear. People you want to know. People you trusted. Where are they now? Why do things as strong and as heart-felt as friendship always have to come to an end? Is there any such thing as forever. when it comes to two people? God, it seems like so long ago. All that’s left is a stupid memory. And when you come to grasp that if it’s so stupid, then why is it still there? Someone who can just fade out of your life and leave such a foot print in your heart. Well, that’s all for tonight. Again thanks for listening. I’ll open you up and write again tomorrow. Until then keep my secrets safe.
I can try to live in darkness, but I know that I can never change this light. It will greet me every morning, and make me more aware of it’s presences. I’m just a piece of the puzzle, so I better find my place. It’s like struggling through water and being to stubborn to die when I can just let go and be lifted. It’s the decision to fight for things instead of giving up when it’s that much easier. It’s determining the type of person I want to be, the person I was meant to be. Thanks for listening. Goodnight.
It seems like it was just yesterday that I wrote a letter to my family, “It’s not your fault and you’ve been good to me. Just lately I’ve been felling like I don’t belong. Like the grounds not mine to walk on. And I’ve heard that music echo through out my house. It was so beautiful, but where did it come from? And I stopped watching the flower as it started withering. I was so embarrassed by it’s honesty. Please forgive all the things that I have done. All my imperfections. You know you can’t stay mad at the setting sun. Let me close this book of wonder. This book of my life. I just want to know that feeling. The feeling of knowing what it’s like to just be myself. Give in. Goodnight.
I just want someone to walk in front of me, so I can follow the leader. Just to make me feel at ease for once in my life. It’s hard to focus through all of this doubt. Even writing in this journal seems pointless now. When the world ends who’s going to read it? But I try to make some comfort in written words. You seem to be the only one I trust with my stories. Goodnight.
All eyes are on the calendar. Here the days pile up, decisions to be made. I’m sure all of them are wrong. But these days and the best of friend all seem to slowly disappear. People you want to know. People you trusted. Where are they now? Why do things as strong and as heart-felt as friendship always have to come to an end? Is there any such thing as forever. when it comes to two people? God, it seems like so long ago. All that’s left is a stupid memory. And when you come to grasp that if it’s so stupid, then why is it still there? Someone who can just fade out of your life and leave such a foot print in your heart. Well, that’s all for tonight. Again thanks for listening. I’ll open you up and write again tomorrow. Until then keep my secrets safe.
I can try to live in darkness, but I know that I can never change this light. It will greet me every morning, and make me more aware of it’s presences. I’m just a piece of the puzzle, so I better find my place. It’s like struggling through water and being to stubborn to die when I can just let go and be lifted. It’s the decision to fight for things instead of giving up when it’s that much easier. It’s determining the type of person I want to be, the person I was meant to be. Thanks for listening. Goodnight.
It seems like it was just yesterday that I wrote a letter to my family, “It’s not your fault and you’ve been good to me. Just lately I’ve been felling like I don’t belong. Like the grounds not mine to walk on. And I’ve heard that music echo through out my house. It was so beautiful, but where did it come from? And I stopped watching the flower as it started withering. I was so embarrassed by it’s honesty. Please forgive all the things that I have done. All my imperfections. You know you can’t stay mad at the setting sun. Let me close this book of wonder. This book of my life. I just want to know that feeling. The feeling of knowing what it’s like to just be myself. Give in. Goodnight.