it's a path paved with ill intentions verses everywhere we want to go.
let the stars crash upon the waves,
we'll put up a fight and give em a show.
part of a song i'm writing.
for creative writing.
sucks.
yeah say it.
done to the melody of "War in your Bedroom" by A Change of Pace.
now to ranting. joy.
"youth is the definition of naivity. we cannot love. we cannot know."
if i had a dollar for everytime an adult insinuated this I would be the richest person this side of the atlantic.
who's to say we're less intelligent. who's to say we've been through less. who's to say we have less common sense. who's to say we don't have the compacity. who's to say we're less mature. who's to say we cannot love. who's to say we cannot know. no one.
age is ignorance. it leads them blindly. they forget who they were and what they felt and see us as strangers.
we're unknown to them. they can't understand. we don't want them to.
i hate people who act righteous and criticize people then turn around and do the things they were criticizing people for.
i wish i could fast foreward through things. stop on certain parts. then fast foreward again.
i don't want to live through high school. i want it to be over. i want to be off on my own. i wish dan and I could be off on our own. i don't know what's going to happen anymore. it scares me but i'm dealing with it. i'm learning you can't always know what's going to happen. it's hard but i'm accepting it.
i want to be in chicago again. i want to be writing for some big paper. i want to have an agent want to publish my books. i want people to love the books i write. i want dan to be happy. i want him to do what he wants to do. i hope somehow everything will work out. i want us to be in that chicago townhouse. shopping at that antique shop. eating at hard rock. walking michigan ave. sitting in millenium park. just happy. and free.
i feel like dan does things he doesn't want to for my sake. i've asked him to go to all these shows and movies in the next few weeks and i don't even know if he wants to. he says he doesn't care where he is as long as he's with me. but i just want him to be happy. if he doesn't want to do something i wish he'd tell me. i mean i want to go to all these things with him but if he doesn't want to i don't want to make him.
i hate decisions. i despise them. they're absolutly horrid.
otis is laying in front of the heater. he's adorable. i love him.
otis is my pug.
he's a cutie.
my parents are watching some strange sex predator show on nbc.
creepy.
this is getting long. you probably don't want to hear whats inside my head. but that's it.
we'll put up a fight and give em a show.
part of a song i'm writing.
for creative writing.
sucks.
yeah say it.
done to the melody of "War in your Bedroom" by A Change of Pace.
now to ranting. joy.
"youth is the definition of naivity. we cannot love. we cannot know."
if i had a dollar for everytime an adult insinuated this I would be the richest person this side of the atlantic.
who's to say we're less intelligent. who's to say we've been through less. who's to say we have less common sense. who's to say we don't have the compacity. who's to say we're less mature. who's to say we cannot love. who's to say we cannot know. no one.
age is ignorance. it leads them blindly. they forget who they were and what they felt and see us as strangers.
we're unknown to them. they can't understand. we don't want them to.
i hate people who act righteous and criticize people then turn around and do the things they were criticizing people for.
i wish i could fast foreward through things. stop on certain parts. then fast foreward again.
i don't want to live through high school. i want it to be over. i want to be off on my own. i wish dan and I could be off on our own. i don't know what's going to happen anymore. it scares me but i'm dealing with it. i'm learning you can't always know what's going to happen. it's hard but i'm accepting it.
i want to be in chicago again. i want to be writing for some big paper. i want to have an agent want to publish my books. i want people to love the books i write. i want dan to be happy. i want him to do what he wants to do. i hope somehow everything will work out. i want us to be in that chicago townhouse. shopping at that antique shop. eating at hard rock. walking michigan ave. sitting in millenium park. just happy. and free.
i feel like dan does things he doesn't want to for my sake. i've asked him to go to all these shows and movies in the next few weeks and i don't even know if he wants to. he says he doesn't care where he is as long as he's with me. but i just want him to be happy. if he doesn't want to do something i wish he'd tell me. i mean i want to go to all these things with him but if he doesn't want to i don't want to make him.
i hate decisions. i despise them. they're absolutly horrid.
otis is laying in front of the heater. he's adorable. i love him.
otis is my pug.
he's a cutie.
my parents are watching some strange sex predator show on nbc.
creepy.
this is getting long. you probably don't want to hear whats inside my head. but that's it.