Currently missing one forth of my eyebrow. I sneezed. Fml.

The Worst Thing

I honestly wonder if saying that I was strong enough was a good idea. I am attempting to tell my feelings, but no one seems to listen unless they are stuck a room with me being paid to hear me rant. Everyone hears the wrong thing, puts words in my mouth or looks down on me. They don't realize I'm sick. They don't realize it's not my fault even when it really seems it is. Honestly, it's not my fault. To think I like feeling this way? You think I wanna do the things I do? I guarantee it hurts me more than it hurts you.

So used to living in a dream state. When reality hits, you have to truly ask yourself: is all this worth it?

Smiling

The awkwardness of a glance that's retracted
Space differences sway
I miss the way your hair falls
into your eyes
And your laughs each passing day.

When I don't hear from you, my first instinct is to
Contact you.
You inspire poems and day dreams.

Ah. The memories live on of lazy sundays and slow random afternoons.

The One Thing I Want

Even though I complain
Even though I always hesitate
I just want to come back to College
next year
and the year after.