I can't promise that I'm sorry for what I've done.

I won't guarantee that I won't do these things again.

But I swear on my life I'm going to use what given to make the most of what I'm becoming.

Be okay.

No.

Not for them.

Not for her.

Not for him.

For you.

Just be okay.
For fuck's sake kid, no one wants someone who doesn't even want them self.

Logic.

Now, a lot of my posts may not make a whole lot of sense all the time.

But.

They do to me and I hope others can find some kind of meaning in them as well.

It can be so nice.

What really makes me feel best about this blog.
Is that even if no one I know reads it, someone I don't probably will.

So whoever does.

I hope we can be friends. :)


Thank you for giving me someone to talk to.

Something Vague.

I have found that everything that is said and that is done has underlying meaning; whether intentional or not. From what I have seen, the majority of this goes unnoticed.

Honestly. Every little thing that anyone does seems to scream "NOTICE ME."

Or maybe that's just me.

When I lay awake at night there seems to be just one question shooting around in my head.
"Are you thinking of me too?"

It's a little exciting.


But mostly just scary.

I'm excited for what might come for us.

But I'm horrified that it might end before anything does happen.

God damn.
I feel like I can be so boring sometimes.

I just want to rush in and be romantic and sweep you off your feet.

But something holds me back.

I don't know if you're ready.

I don't know if I'm ready.

But fuck it,
I just want to scream,