woah.
I can't believe I'm happy.
Not suuuuper happy, not suuuuuper content.
But, good.
Good enough to go on everyday with a smile on my face knowing that I'm doing just fine. That I have everyone I need. I don't need any special treatment, or anyone from the past. Everyone who needs to be here, has been here from day one. No matter what went down.
I get butterflies just thinking about all this. My stomach aches are good stomach aches because I get the feeling that everything is right where it should be. I'm not sure what it is or who it is, but its good.
Smile. Wave. And. Talk.
don't stop believing that someday the world's puzzle will fall into place for you.
29.4.09
26.4.09
exploring.
I'm finally an E1.
yesssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss.
3 months of waking up early on saturdays and traveling for half an hour to the station on wednesdays.
is finally over.
now its time to go every thursday and only go on saturdays if i work!
class 93!
yesssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss.
3 months of waking up early on saturdays and traveling for half an hour to the station on wednesdays.
is finally over.
now its time to go every thursday and only go on saturdays if i work!
class 93!
23.4.09
mister fatty
good day.
trail mix.
green tea.
explorer training is going to kill it.
you hide behind your jokes
pretending you never spoke
but when will you learn?
a while has gone by
and sometimes i dont know when youll ever try
speak before its too late
hurry up or its gunna break
words always break you
but im not the one to use words correctly
dont stop because of the past.
dont criticize because of the last
too many times have things gone wrong
but your not the only one humming the same song
i sit here now thinking about it
but maybe later none of this will mean shit
the world spins and i drive
im just lucky to be alive
so when the day comes and my wishes come true
i know the one whos knocking at the door is gunna be you.
i need to stop rhyming
or i come up with lame poems.
beautiful day.
trail mix.
green tea.
explorer training is going to kill it.
you hide behind your jokes
pretending you never spoke
but when will you learn?
a while has gone by
and sometimes i dont know when youll ever try
speak before its too late
hurry up or its gunna break
words always break you
but im not the one to use words correctly
dont stop because of the past.
dont criticize because of the last
too many times have things gone wrong
but your not the only one humming the same song
i sit here now thinking about it
but maybe later none of this will mean shit
the world spins and i drive
im just lucky to be alive
so when the day comes and my wishes come true
i know the one whos knocking at the door is gunna be you.
i need to stop rhyming
or i come up with lame poems.
beautiful day.
20.4.09
hate;hate;hate;hate.
How many times do I need to express myself?
How many times do I have to pretend that I feel nothing?
How many times do I breathe, blink, and think in the presence of fake pieces of shit?
one person makes everything go away.
makes me feel vulnerable.
makes me get butterflies.
but really, im over looked every single time.
time after time do I wait for a sign that will lead me to something thats worth every word i say.
bullshit, lies, tears, waste, death, loneliness.
when will it become invinsible to me?
im tired.
when will you fucking realize?
How many times do I have to pretend that I feel nothing?
How many times do I breathe, blink, and think in the presence of fake pieces of shit?
one person makes everything go away.
makes me feel vulnerable.
makes me get butterflies.
but really, im over looked every single time.
time after time do I wait for a sign that will lead me to something thats worth every word i say.
bullshit, lies, tears, waste, death, loneliness.
when will it become invinsible to me?
im tired.
when will you fucking realize?
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