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my mom told me she would call lindsay's cell phone this morning, she never did. i waited, and waited, phone in my hand, sweaty palms, nervous jitters, but no call... nothing... did i expect it?
Lindsay and I talked about our old memories of whn we were young. It was a wake-up call on how much I've changed, how much we have all changed. It's starnge how much influence can change someone so fast. How people try so hard to be different so they will fit in. Everyone tries to be original and unique, only so they can win the approval of others like themselves. They are wearing a uniform and they dont even realize it.
I enjoy being alone, not having to deal with other people. There are only a few poeple I can enjoy to be around, the rest I can tolerate, but i dont prefer them.
I'm tired of eyes, always on me, with expectations above who i am. Dont judge me.
There is so much more to me than I put out in the open, because then I would have nothing to grasp, no self curiousity. The more i learn about people the more I can see the beauty and hell in life.
Who are you? Who am I? I haven't even grasped my own identity yet. Im love, im so full of love that I attach myself to the unnatachable & try to hook them into believing that I am full of beauty. But im not.
Just smile at me, tell me im someone, not just anyone.
I want to go to montrose soon, to a coffee shop with someone and people watch. sip a coffee and talk about the world, about you...
Lindsay and I talked about our old memories of whn we were young. It was a wake-up call on how much I've changed, how much we have all changed. It's starnge how much influence can change someone so fast. How people try so hard to be different so they will fit in. Everyone tries to be original and unique, only so they can win the approval of others like themselves. They are wearing a uniform and they dont even realize it.
I enjoy being alone, not having to deal with other people. There are only a few poeple I can enjoy to be around, the rest I can tolerate, but i dont prefer them.
I'm tired of eyes, always on me, with expectations above who i am. Dont judge me.
There is so much more to me than I put out in the open, because then I would have nothing to grasp, no self curiousity. The more i learn about people the more I can see the beauty and hell in life.
Who are you? Who am I? I haven't even grasped my own identity yet. Im love, im so full of love that I attach myself to the unnatachable & try to hook them into believing that I am full of beauty. But im not.
Just smile at me, tell me im someone, not just anyone.
I want to go to montrose soon, to a coffee shop with someone and people watch. sip a coffee and talk about the world, about you...