Drifting.

I can feel myself slowly,
drifting away from you.
We don't talk as much.
We don't see each other.
It makes me sad and it
makes me wonder what
went wrong? Was it me?
Or is this your fault?
Your birthday's coming up.
I thought that by that time
we'd be together and it'd be
different. Maybe this is
supposed to happen.
Maybe me and you aren't
supposed to be together...
Exactly like how I said in
the beginning. Maybe we forced
this on us. I hope not.
I love you so much and it
makes me feel lonely to
think that after everything
and despite my feelings, it can
all just be

erased.

HONESTLY?!

Can you say sexiest man alive?






Holy shit. Cause I can(:

"...and then I carefully sealed away my heart."

My Shooting Star(:

I love just who you are,
I ain't gonna try to change ya.
You are a shooting star,
that's why you are my favorite.

I caught her when she fell from heaven.
One to ten, baby girl's an eleven.
And I ain't trying to spit no game,
but I'm trying to figure out from where you came.
Because a star like hers,
man, it rarely occurs in a world like this,
Only way you ever meet a girl like this,
get up in a spaceship and take that trip.
We kinda have a way with words.
We even start a convo to get at her.
Every other chick becomes a blur.
Be my mrs, I'll be your sir.
I love her, the way she is,
the way she are, my shooting star.
And I pray that you'll never change, never ever change.
Just stay the same cause...

I love just who you are,
I ain't gonna try to change ya.
You are a shooting star,
that's why you are my favorite.

Look up in the sky,
it's a bird, it's a plane.
Nah baby girl,
that's a shooting star with your name.
I ain't gonna lie, I've told a lot of lies
and played a lot of games.
But with you it's not the same,
for you Im'ma ride,
I want you by my side.
I feel like them other boys,
you're playing with my mind.
Im'ma tell you one more time:
For you Im'ma hustle,
for you Im'ma grind.
You were there through the pain.
You stood right by me, thanks to you I survived.
I guess it's true what they say,
love is blind.
We together 'til the day that we die,
'til death do us part.
Baby you my heart,
they can take all the houses and the cars.
But they'll never take my shooting star.

I love just who you are,
I ain't gonna try to change ya.
You are a shooting star,
that's why you are my favorite.

Now as I lay her down to sleep,
pray my lord this girl I keep.
Usually by now with a wedding creep,
with a PYT that I met last week.
But it's something about this one
that make me not have to go get none
asks what I need and it go get done,
and the same thing back so it makes us one.
So in the morning when I roll over,
pray that she's there at my arm and shoulder
And I could be your blanket when the world gets colder.
Watch me make her, watch me mold her.
She got me open like my doors ajar,
heartbeat fast like a stolen car.
I never thought it would go this far,
The night I wished on a shooting star.

I love just who you are,
I ain't gonna try to change ya.
You are a shooting star,
that's why you are my favorite.

<3

"And in the end the love you take, is equal to the love you make." -The Beatles.

I am from now on LIVING and BREATHING this quote. At least, I'm going to try to.

You and I

are more alike than anyone could have ever guessed, more than anyone could have ever seen from the outside.

I'm holding on to what's left of us. I'm not even sure why...It feels like I'm fighting for everything that doesn't exist anymore. I'm afraid that nothing will change between us and we'll just go back to how we were and it'll end up the same way. That's completely pointless.

Help me figure out if we're pointless. Show me that you are able to change.

I will not elaborate on this.

I have given all that I can give to you.
I can't allow myself to give any more. Not yet.
Take it all, or leave everything.
I am not forcing you to do anything.
I won't push myself on you anymore.
You either want all of me or none of me.
Choose already.
If you want to talk to me, call me, text me.
I cannot keep attempting to get answers out of you when all I get is another question.
I want to talk to you every second of every day, but I can't keep bringing myself up just to be let down over and over again.
If you want me in your life, find a way to put me there.
I'm done hurting.
Bye.

Sweet heart, Bitter heart. Now I can't tell you apart.

Thank you for robbing me of my happiness, bitch. I'm so fucking done with you controlling my emotions and affecting how I feel everyday. It's like I'm your favorite toy and you're the three year old who can't get enough playtime with it. You've officially teared me in half. One side loves you and the other side hates you. Thank you SO much. And no matter how much I DO NOT want to hurt you, you are the only one you can thank for this. You should be sorry. Are you?

I know I'll want to erase this after you read it and tell me how much it makes you feel like shit, but that won't erase how I feel. I should be sorry.

But I'm not.

"The bad thing about falling to pieces is that it hurts. The good thing about it is that once you're lying there in shards you've got nothing left to protect, and so you have no reason not to be honest." -David James Duncan.

Dreams.

For the past week, I've been waking up feeling like shit. I've been waking up feeling so sad and empty. I didn't know why until the other morning. Apparently, I've been having this recurring dream that he dies. Now, I know why I feel like crap in the morning.
Anyways, I have this dream book so I decided that I'm going to look up what death means in dreams. And this is what I got:

To dream of seeing any of your people dead warns of coming dissolution or sorrow. Disappointments always follow dreams of this nature. To hear of any friend or relative being dead, you are soon likely to have bad news from some of them. Dreaming of death is rarely predictive and more often than not will signify an exciting or necessary change, sometimes of a deeply psychological nature. Recurrent dreams about death may well signal a need for the dreamer's conscious mind to try to accept what is inevitable.

Greeeeeeeeeat.

Pointless.

Do you wanna know why I hate the cold?
For the longest time, I didn't know why, I just did.
Then recently, I figured it out.

I hate being cold because I get cold when I'm sick. I hate being sick.
I hate being cold because I always get cold when something bad happens to me.

Like for instance, all today I was so freakin' chilly because I think I'm catching a cold.

But, the bigger issue here is the fact that when things go terribly wrong, I'm absolutely freezing. For example, when my grandma died, I got cold.
I hatehateHATEHATE being cold.
It feels like all my blood just disappears and I'm empty.
Maybe it's my body's way of trying to protect itself from the approaching danger? I don't know. But it sucks D: