I had a dream the other night. I was a bird, soaring high above everthing around me. The earth was so beautiful and peacful. Then I looked down, i was flying over a city. There were people hustling about the streets, off to work, off to lunch, off to wherever. I thought to myself, why me? Why am i the only one that gets to fly high above everything ( Read more... )

Winter isnt here yet, not even close. I can feel the cold already though, chilling me right to the bone. Agh, i have a feeling its going to be a long and depressing one. I was supposed to get out of michigan before this happened!

I dont know what to do anymore. How to be. How to act. I'm a good person (atleast i think i am) I help out when and where i can. I put others before myself, sometimes even sacrificing what i want if it means others will be happy. Sometimes it makes me miserable though. I look around and see these selfish people, people that are only looking out for ( Read more... )

Con-Being so high you would eat anything aka the pizza i just reheated that has been in my fridge for two weeks.

Pro-Being so high you just dont give a fuck.

I wish i could remember why it mattered to me. It doesnt matter to me.

You may not know why. You may not understand. It might not seem fair, but everything happens for a reason. Everything.

Believe what you want. I know who i am, i know who ive been. I may be pegged as the crazy, suicidal, weird guy, that people only pretend to like, and maybe thats true, and maybe im okay with that.

I guess my presence causes awkwardness.

But everything looks perfect from far away

If i were an artist, i would paint you pictures that would make da vinci weep ( Read more... )