there's something about the looks that i'm afraid of, that even though sometimes i deal with it, don't so a certain thing, it's because i  don't want that the judgmental thought going through other peoples minds, that is what stops me. i want to experience new things and  go after what i want, but  it's what they are going to think about me is what i'm afraid of. as much as i don't care what complete strangers think of me its the people i'm close with who i'm more afraid aren't going to like me.

i don't want to scare you, i messed that up, it was my own fault you could be different don't let me set the fate of your relationship. 

the thing is, i'm completely fine. kinda of. but i could be happy i really can, it's just when i see other people down and sad and  i think to myself, why am i happy i can't be happy when the ones i love aren't. but i don't know what to do to get them happy too.

i know it was my choice
but i couldnt believe my own lie
and now i miss your voice


remember when you were mine
the texts you sent
with a less than equal sign


those three syllables
now lying on the ground
left me unwound


the thoughts i conjour
they aint the cure
but they've been with me from the start
they can mend my heart

seriously.

life's like a piano




the white keys representing happiness

and the black keys representing

the Sadness \\ in between \\

but as life goes on

you'll realize the black keys make music, too



♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♪

There is nothing more dreadful than the habit of doubt. Doubt separates people. It is a poison that disintegrates friendships and breaks up pleasant relations. It is a thorn that irritates and hurts; it is a sword that kills.

buddah 

have you ever had so much to say that your mouth closed up tight, struggling to harness the nuclear forces coalescing within your words?

have you ever had so many thoughts churning inside that you didnt dare let them escape, incase they blew you wide  open?

have you ever been so angry that you couldnt look in the mirror for fear of finding the face of evil glaring back at you?