December 2010
My iPod on full blast, me dancing in my room
I’m like
imaginary audience is like
my mom walks in seeing me like
she’s looking at me like
I see her and I’m like
she walks away like
I see her leave and I’m like
,
“You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes,… hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may...
I'm not afraid of the darkness, or night.
I’m afraid of the silence- where there is nothing to hide me from my own thoughts screaming.
Take me to January,
I’m done with this year.
