the way i see it
the world will keep on moving. endless chatter is betterthan forgotton words. hot air carries farther than one would like. its all about my point of view and thats the way i roll.
jaded thoughts and predictable moments are far less than strung sentences that make you feel alive and dead all at once. we drink the brand names not because we love it but because we're dying to fit in. we're dying to feel a part of something.
being alone is more or less a way of life than a current state. the best of what i have to say is when im scrawling on a piece of paper alone in a crowded room. some times being alone is better than being the center of attention. i rarely feel self conscious when pen is to paper, but when lips are to lips is a whole other story.
im nothing compares to the girls with the shorts and the straight har and the letters publicly displaying where they belong. i wear shirts with names of past groups displayed, hanging on to the remnants of what once was.
we're too scared of not fitting in to let go of the past.
furrowed brows and smiling eyes contradict eachother, but your face is so familiar that im becoming used to it. grey on grey is harder to read that expected, and its not the way you think.
hometowns on other shirts make me feel like best friends. im not living up to what was expected of me. im a let down in more ways than one. i need to rediscover where i come from and learn to embrace my flaws. work with what you ahve and let the devil take the hindmost.
i just want to be surrounded by intelligence and embraced and accepted for what i am. who is there to let me follow my dreams, if only i knew what my dreams are, or were.
confidence isnt important when the goal is always changing. forget about your past; its time to live in the future. in the present. you are making it hard on yourself because you can't accept the changing times. i have a new goal for you, you'll be successful if ony you'll accept it. sometimes I CANT HANDLE LOUD NOISES AND OBNOXIOUS PEOPLE. I WANT IT TO BE QUIET AND I WANT TO BE KNOWN.
WHERE ARE YOU NOW?!
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