June 2010
I'm very happy
I’d just like to express that. I found someone really great. I seriously think I’m dreaming or going crazy, you know, something to that effect. But then I wake up, look over at the very real person lying beside me. I use the term real because I’m just so ecstatic that I actually found someone I’m bonding with. Coexisting. I’m just so happy that I fit with someone. After so many trial and errors I finally got it right, this is just too right.
FUCKING AWESOME :D
GR8
I’m most likely going to have to move to Fayetteville with my mom in my Aunts upstairs small ass apartment, unless I can find somewhere else to live.Why? Because my mother refuses to find a job, and now our mortgage is 200 dollars more a month.
Most days I really don’t care about being poor and having a filthy dog infested house, but I just can’t do it today. Not to mention my mother is a fucking psycho, hence “filthy dog infested house”. I just want to live normally.
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pump the brakes
i wrote this when i was 16
wouldnt it be nice to wake up slow. know the morning isnt sliping anywhere anytime soon. waking up to a considerate earth. the fragments of broken sunlight just enough not to sting your eyes when they are so slugishly introduced to a new day and the matress letting go of your body in which it slept so comfortably with the previous night. the air would be flawless and you’d breathe slow. it’d swim smoothly through in your nose, and make its quiet journey to the inside of your lungs, it’d make your heart flutter as one blissful and happy thought after another told your sleepy brain “good morning”. your lip would sink into a smile, the first sign of living.
unfortunantly the morning waits for no one. her visits are limited and she could careless if you were awake when she made her arrival. the evening and the night are the same way. briskly coming and going. they bearly notice if you’re awake, or even aware. the seasons are very similar as well. they make the ground run under us. they’re only priority is running, not making sure you are running with it. you could be scrambling to keep up, or running even faster and it would not speed up or slow down.
you’ll wake up slow. breathing in every flaw in the air and sheilding your eyes from a merciless sun. you’ll look outside from your little window and notice the world is turning faster than it should be.
