i dont understand why Im so confused
but i guess thats just what comes with the territory.
why is it that you fight so much with the person that you care for most?
i dont know what Im good for anymore.
i dont know if i really want to escape
or if Im just scared to surround myself with the norm.
i had a plan
but its been ruined because i had to go and fall in love.
i guess the word wouldnt be ruined
more like delicately shattered.
i miss some things that i shouldnt.
old habits.
is it good to change?
i wish i could drown in happiness.
oxy moron?
and when i look at pictures
i think, god, who is that?
do i know those people?
do i even like them?
why do i try so hard?
i dont want to be stereotyped.
i want to be more then that,
but thats a stereotype within itself.
is life easy for anyone?
sorrow is such an epidemic.
i miss my life,
Hes been in England for the past two weeks.