sometimes people use thought to not participate in life...
head on //trapped// this collision is of our..........
Love works in weird ways...or maybe it's not love. i thought it out to be though. too many times. to many tries. to many hopeless kisses. too many stares. to many nights filled with worthless tears. to much of what i thought was everything but come to find means nothing at all.
and now this friendship seems more than anything we had before..
you're lungs are filled and they're both stopped breathing...my heart is dead and it's way past beating.
on the other hand....i am good. things are good. Today i was gay. emotional. somethings broken. lol..gotta fix it. I cried about everything. I am feeling a lot better about everything. I hadn't cried in a while...not that it's a bad thing but i needed to let things out and i coudln't. so it was a bad thing. But i broken last night. Maybe it was because i felt like that whole group was become so cliche' and i couldn't do anything about it..so scene as my sister would say. Not to mention the whole service at church was a convienent way to invite people to go out to eat without just going out to eat. Is that what we do? I hope i don't. But i fall short and find myself at the level.
I love myself for who i am. for the problems i have and the three friends there that complete know me and are there for me always. I love you guys. And i love that i can cry for how ever long i need to and he won't get mad, or bored or hang up. I know that he is always there to listen and i love him for that. I love that she has had these problems too and knows how to fix them or at least be there to rescue me when i need a get away. I love how she is always there to listen and knows what to say even thought we might have a few silences at time. I love her for who she is. okay..so since i have no one else to talk about i'm going. I hope you all understand.
....problems colliding, there to help us get through the bad days.
<3
Love works in weird ways...or maybe it's not love. i thought it out to be though. too many times. to many tries. to many hopeless kisses. too many stares. to many nights filled with worthless tears. to much of what i thought was everything but come to find means nothing at all.
and now this friendship seems more than anything we had before..
you're lungs are filled and they're both stopped breathing...my heart is dead and it's way past beating.
on the other hand....i am good. things are good. Today i was gay. emotional. somethings broken. lol..gotta fix it. I cried about everything. I am feeling a lot better about everything. I hadn't cried in a while...not that it's a bad thing but i needed to let things out and i coudln't. so it was a bad thing. But i broken last night. Maybe it was because i felt like that whole group was become so cliche' and i couldn't do anything about it..so scene as my sister would say. Not to mention the whole service at church was a convienent way to invite people to go out to eat without just going out to eat. Is that what we do? I hope i don't. But i fall short and find myself at the level.
I love myself for who i am. for the problems i have and the three friends there that complete know me and are there for me always. I love you guys. And i love that i can cry for how ever long i need to and he won't get mad, or bored or hang up. I know that he is always there to listen and i love him for that. I love that she has had these problems too and knows how to fix them or at least be there to rescue me when i need a get away. I love how she is always there to listen and knows what to say even thought we might have a few silences at time. I love her for who she is. okay..so since i have no one else to talk about i'm going. I hope you all understand.
....problems colliding, there to help us get through the bad days.
<3