Fuck what now?

At first you were everything I wanted. And without a care you suddenly..just weren't? How does this happen? I just don't understand! It was perfect..maybe to perfect...maybe being this far just doesn't work out as well as I would have wanted it to. And maybe I'm just looking for a good thrill. So again maybe, its not you. And as for you..who still messes with my head..how the hell does this work out! I can fight you, and you can hate me, and I can cry over you. And one good word..and I'm back to where I started. Why is this so messed up, and why can't I push either of you out and get someone new.
Uhhh fuck you frustrations of the heart. fuck you residence. Fuck you schooling/webCT fuck off useless times of my life.
Hello new beginning starting from the bottom and working my way up once more.

1:00am is no time for this.

I keep digging this hole. Deeper and Deeper. Maybe one of these days I should stop digging. Because my muscles aren't getting any bigger. And I might just end up burying myself alive.

BBF!

24 hours to a day.

I was really thinking today, after a cup of coffee with Ashley, that maybe

there was a reason I was put here. That maybe sometimes When I was looking for an answer

it was just right infront of me. Being more obviouse then believed.

After coffee, I walked home, mittens and all.

And really thought more, looking towards the sky. As a person I was capable of many things.

I just needed the time to do them. Maybe my body isn't perfect, and maybe I fret to much

over my looks due to casual acceptance of society. But maybe, theres really something more

to look for. It doesn't really matter how I look, but much more on how I present myself.

Not in a fashion way of course, but as a personally, hey I'm myself, way.

Maybe I just need to stop looking, and see whats already found me. I need to use the tools

I've already been granted. Problems can all be solved, we just need to think what

initially caused them. Simple? Yes. Do we use this simplicity...no?

Why would we when it seems so easy to find happiness, yet we still surround ourselves

with useless products that in the end we'll just toss away with disapointment.

Maybe...no not maybe..We should live our lives as the people we were made to be.

Not some global creation for others stereotypes. It's the ones who are themselves that we long

to be like, but yet we copy? It's really a confusing matter, but it lives on.

And maybe in the end, it doesn't matter what we achieved compared to who we've met,

touched, experiences and felt along the way. It doesn't matter who envys us, or has

our picture on their page. Because when they close your coffin lid, it's just you.

Body without a breath. But from wherever we stand at that point, I just hope to be someone

who I'd be proud of.

Theres 24 hours in a day, and every hour has 60 minutes. How are you using them?

Ah hell...

Sometimes I just don't know about you.

STUPIDHEARTMAKINGMECARE

He's Amazing.

I quite possibly have the best neibour ever.

We're pretty much two peas in a pod. No one has ever adored my music, movie and style taste in my life. I think I'll keep him! (cause together we're pretty much amazing.)

Love Me.

If I cut off your arms,

and cut off your legs.

Would you still LOVE me, Anyways?