you're not particularly arranged but that's considered art in some museums
i don't know
i've been thinking lately. or today. or few hours. or years. no one knows time, i don't know time, if we did it'd be dead long ago.
time and i don't have a great relationship. more than once i've lost it, completely. don't know where it's going don't know where i am
whee i'm relasping
sometimes i feel like nothing gets me. not life. like i'm not meant for life. i'm only meant for music, existing in the notes and melodies and harmonies. i don't have a family. friends. memories. just music.
i'm not well and we all know that. i'm a classic fifteen year old, though i'm meant to be sixteen soon.
i don't think i've changed i don't know if that's good or bad
but i can't give up. i've a kitten now. should be happy. kittens are cute, yeah
"I’m illiterate in love but I speak fluent in losing clothes. "
i feel bad for being a bad fan and feel nervous for being called out on
i never used to have half the issues i do until i met my girlfriend. but i'm scared of losing her. we will, after year 12. she's going regional, i'm inner city. and then i'm overseas and she's here. i'm around the world, she's with her best friend, always meant more to her than i ever do.
i love you, tam.
i wonder if i went back to my old plan, the one that mel talked me out of one day, where i kept her up until one her time and i was sitting at the station and the shopping centre on mobile facebook crying because i was going to run and i let her talk me out of it.
i don't know what to think
the time and i aren't getting along. i'm all alone, you're passing me by and i'm still the same little stupid kid that was here, the one you think i'm good at hiding.
but i've been thinking. i don't know what about. my head is fuzzy. i'm fuzzy.
i was on a train today. and yesterday. paige threw herself in front of one. i want to do the same. but i don't. but at the same time i do. i just don't want this, any of it.
give me some earbuds and let me drown out the world.
i haven't changed at all from that little kid you thought you once knew.
i'm not a good person and you should run. i claim to cook but i can't. i claim to be good at everything but honestly i'd rather just be a whore, at least it's easy to suceed in that. mildly. i've already got all the issues that come along with it. already got one friend who knows the truth. i lie about him, everyone hates him now because of me.
i'm not a good person.
i'm scared of telling people that i think i'm bipolar. i should take meds. but i don't want to. i feel like they'd take me away from me. equals zero. shouldn't be an issue anyway. i don't exist, i'm music. music is more than a bunch of numbers. it's a person.
but meds make me just a pile of ash in the wind
i hope you expected long, rambling posts when you friended me. because otherwise i don't know what journal you were thinking this was.
i've been thinking lately. or today. or few hours. or years. no one knows time, i don't know time, if we did it'd be dead long ago.
time and i don't have a great relationship. more than once i've lost it, completely. don't know where it's going don't know where i am
whee i'm relasping
sometimes i feel like nothing gets me. not life. like i'm not meant for life. i'm only meant for music, existing in the notes and melodies and harmonies. i don't have a family. friends. memories. just music.
i'm not well and we all know that. i'm a classic fifteen year old, though i'm meant to be sixteen soon.
i don't think i've changed i don't know if that's good or bad
but i can't give up. i've a kitten now. should be happy. kittens are cute, yeah
"I’m illiterate in love but I speak fluent in losing clothes. "
i feel bad for being a bad fan and feel nervous for being called out on
i never used to have half the issues i do until i met my girlfriend. but i'm scared of losing her. we will, after year 12. she's going regional, i'm inner city. and then i'm overseas and she's here. i'm around the world, she's with her best friend, always meant more to her than i ever do.
i love you, tam.
i wonder if i went back to my old plan, the one that mel talked me out of one day, where i kept her up until one her time and i was sitting at the station and the shopping centre on mobile facebook crying because i was going to run and i let her talk me out of it.
i don't know what to think
the time and i aren't getting along. i'm all alone, you're passing me by and i'm still the same little stupid kid that was here, the one you think i'm good at hiding.
but i've been thinking. i don't know what about. my head is fuzzy. i'm fuzzy.
i was on a train today. and yesterday. paige threw herself in front of one. i want to do the same. but i don't. but at the same time i do. i just don't want this, any of it.
give me some earbuds and let me drown out the world.
i haven't changed at all from that little kid you thought you once knew.
i'm not a good person and you should run. i claim to cook but i can't. i claim to be good at everything but honestly i'd rather just be a whore, at least it's easy to suceed in that. mildly. i've already got all the issues that come along with it. already got one friend who knows the truth. i lie about him, everyone hates him now because of me.
i'm not a good person.
i'm scared of telling people that i think i'm bipolar. i should take meds. but i don't want to. i feel like they'd take me away from me. equals zero. shouldn't be an issue anyway. i don't exist, i'm music. music is more than a bunch of numbers. it's a person.
but meds make me just a pile of ash in the wind
i hope you expected long, rambling posts when you friended me. because otherwise i don't know what journal you were thinking this was.