our relationship is bipolor

please choose.


the more i love life, the more expectations and goals i set...
which causes more stress, and more worrys
which deffenitally...doesn't make me love life.

i'm running on empty, its a good kind of empty
they say food is fuel, but i dont seem to need that fuel

im content with the changes i'm seeing
i know they will just keep getting better

critisism is my weakness. i will second guess myself, i will believe you,
but it won't change anything
half the things i say you put down, whether your kidding or not, i can never really tell
i get over it.

my life starts

now.

try.fail.try

everything is taken a turn
and its for the best this time

i've changed more in the past month then i ever planned
its all a new start

ive realized how much time i wasted,
worrying, caring too much, obsessing over the smallest details of life
sitting and pouting is not going to get you anywhere


try.fail.try
that pretty much sums it up



i have nothing else to say

dolla dolla bill

NAHHHHHH.


im so excited for so many things
even though half of them probobly wont even happen
but its okay :)


im still young, i need to slow down.
i have so many expectations and so many desires
that i know will never be filled.
some of the things that are happening now are soo good.
i need to stop and not take them for granted.
there are some nights where i just wanna stay
in that spot/with those people
i'm so over restraints, deadlines, and rules.
your holding me back, i'm never gonna be able to experience
anything for myself, i'm never gonna be able to make mistakes
and learn from them. i need you to trust me
you can't trust me? you havn't givin me the oppurtunity to prove you wrong.

there is no room for sparks

show her lightening.

i miss, i want, i need, i have, i live.
i miss my best friend.
i miss my favorite band.
i want a new computer.
i want more changes.
i need to try.
i need to be more confident.
i have the best friends.
i have more to accomplish.
i live for the moment.
i live for you.


i cant wait for the summer. its taking too long.
the sun, the tan skin, CAMP.
i can't wait to go back.
i can't wait for the road trip.
i can't wait for the thrill.
i can't wait for the independance
'All those late nights walking through front doors at daybreak'
i can't wait.

Think.

“One good thing about music, when it hits- you feel no pain”





I'm lost, and i still don't see that open door.