Thought.
Random thoughts for the day.
We can grow to be old or we can grow to be dying because at some point we will have to fight to keep our innocence.
Is growing up considered a mental break down?
That look you shot me that turned into a stare. It was familiar. I can remember it. Even though it's been over.
What is fate? I guess only time will tell.
I'm so angry and jealous and confused...and I feel like a total fucking idiot. I knew this would happened, I just knew it. I wish I would have never met him, I barely know him and it's not really his fault but I really hate him right now. I was just fine untill I met him and now he's all I can think about. And I think I hate myself more just for hating him.
Cause in my head there's a Greyhound station where I send my thoughts to far-off destinations so they may have a chance of finding a place where they're far more suited than here.
I'm feeling so fragile again tonight. And I don't even understand why.
I'm waiting for a phone call. A letter. Telling me it's for the better.
You can't miss it if you never had it..... right?
No flashlight,
No blanket,
No arms around me
Could provide security for this.
Maybe it's lik
That feeling you get
When you're in a dark place
Alone.
And your mind starts wondering of all the possibilities
Of what's out there.
Maybe it's not knowing what's there
That strikes fear in our hearts.
Maybe you're just so adjusted to the light
That anything without it makes your curiousity hurl.
Maybe it's the point of knowing there is no security,
No seatbelt holding you back,
That intruiges us to walk further in the darkness.
Perhaps fear is just love, in a form of chance, or risk.
Whatever it is, it's getting the best of me.
And I'm not going to stand for it.
We can grow to be old or we can grow to be dying because at some point we will have to fight to keep our innocence.
Is growing up considered a mental break down?
That look you shot me that turned into a stare. It was familiar. I can remember it. Even though it's been over.
What is fate? I guess only time will tell.
I'm so angry and jealous and confused...and I feel like a total fucking idiot. I knew this would happened, I just knew it. I wish I would have never met him, I barely know him and it's not really his fault but I really hate him right now. I was just fine untill I met him and now he's all I can think about. And I think I hate myself more just for hating him.
Cause in my head there's a Greyhound station where I send my thoughts to far-off destinations so they may have a chance of finding a place where they're far more suited than here.
I'm feeling so fragile again tonight. And I don't even understand why.
I'm waiting for a phone call. A letter. Telling me it's for the better.
You can't miss it if you never had it..... right?
No flashlight,
No blanket,
No arms around me
Could provide security for this.
Maybe it's lik
That feeling you get
When you're in a dark place
Alone.
And your mind starts wondering of all the possibilities
Of what's out there.
Maybe it's not knowing what's there
That strikes fear in our hearts.
Maybe you're just so adjusted to the light
That anything without it makes your curiousity hurl.
Maybe it's the point of knowing there is no security,
No seatbelt holding you back,
That intruiges us to walk further in the darkness.
Perhaps fear is just love, in a form of chance, or risk.
Whatever it is, it's getting the best of me.
And I'm not going to stand for it.