chasing lights...
there are few times where i break down into bits and pieces and believe my entire world is fucked, like everything is screwed and that i'm just drifting in this pile of shit which ultimately will be the death of me, i cry myself to sleep then wake up the same strong, funny, random, semi-independent boy i was prior.
i do not know if these tears are because i'm overreacting and being lame or if its the truth inside of me that sometimes comes out when i let me guard down too much.
i feel like i've almost given up on all my dreams, which brings me down more, i don't think i have, but i feel as if i have. my brain is scattered in ten hundred directions, my heart is in a different city/town and my soul is lost inside the questions and thoughts that i keep developing.
the best thing i could do is, stop thinking. but i can't. i'm a creature of habit.
i do not know if these tears are because i'm overreacting and being lame or if its the truth inside of me that sometimes comes out when i let me guard down too much.
i feel like i've almost given up on all my dreams, which brings me down more, i don't think i have, but i feel as if i have. my brain is scattered in ten hundred directions, my heart is in a different city/town and my soul is lost inside the questions and thoughts that i keep developing.
the best thing i could do is, stop thinking. but i can't. i'm a creature of habit.