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Baby, you are my reason to smile
The reason for all those love songs.
Baby when you kiss me, time stops
And if I could I would keep it that way.
Baby, you're the only one I want, ever
So stay with me please? I swear I love you

I Love College

So lately one thing as been the topic of my conversations with my parents: college. Everyone's dream and nightmare all in one. Intimidating, terrifying, exhilarating; and I have no clue what I want to do. Some days I still want to purse my lifetime dream of being a vet. Some days I consider the idea of helping people by trying pyschology. Other days, usually when I'm writing, I listen to my parents and wonder if I should become a writer. Then, when I daydream, I pretty much want to be a superhero and save the day. I pity the seniors at my high school because at least I have two years to figure out what I want to do with my life! They only have til this year! A year full of hours of work to make tution money, mountains of apllications. People's idea of college are frat party's, room's full of fifty or more students, college professors that kind of remind you of Einstein, togas, greek symbols, hangovers, dorm rooms, books, and so much more. Getting close to graduating makes me realize how close I am actually getting to growing up. To being sort of like my parents, going to work everyday, having to pay gas, eletric, car, water, morage and other payments. Sometimes I wonder if I even have time to a real teeneager in a society that can barely make ends meet?



man i love college-- Asher Roth<333

Allterations (ew)

Acid Assumptions,
Brillant, Breaking Beauty,
Calling Calamity, Catastrophe,
Destructive Dance, Damaging Danger,
Embezzling Embrace,
Fabricated Fact,
Gruesome Games,
Half-hearted Hellos,
Ignored, Ill-fated In Infinity,
Jesting Jabs, Jeering Judgements,
Keen Kisses, Kaput Keepsakes,
Lovely Lies, Lackluster Liar.

Breaking Point.

My hearts been beaten and bruised, it's torn and weak. I've had people see right through me and act like I wasn't there. Had people used me and walk all over, treating me like dirt. I've never been the one to complain, but soon I won't be able to handle it. I'm silently screaming and no one can hear me or shut me out. It's as if it doesn't stop my heart will bend too much and shatter completly. That's when I reach my breaking point.

I'm Yours

I've never really been sure of when I started to doubt things. I guess you can call me a big spectic these days. Like the whole thing about how God made the planet in a couple of days or the Big Bang theory. Believing if their is a big guy named God in the sky or the theory of Gaia and how it claims Earth is a single, self-regulating organism. Whether love exists or if it's hormones causing the brain to devolop such feelings. Sometimes I wonder how sadness, anger, greed, lust, happiness, etc. can co-exist in a single human being without causing them to go insane with confusion. How a person could want to cry yet smile at the same time. How something so beautiful can exist in something so plain. Sometimes I think I ask too many questions, want too many answers. I guess I'll never get these answers because I'm coming to realize lately, that I can't get these answers from my parents or my teachers or my friends. That I'm the only person that can answer this questions, the only one that can ease my curious soul.



"If there's one thing I've learned about people, it's that many will do anything, anything not to die. And they'll do anything to keep from living their life." -- Tuck Everlasting






I've been spendin' way too long checkin' my tongue in the mirror
and bendin' over backwards just to try to see it clearer
But my breath fogged up the glass
and so I drew a new face and I laughed
I guess what I'd be sayin' is there ain't no better reason
to rid yourself of vanities and just go with the seasons
it's what we aim to do
our name is our virtue
But I won't hesitate no more,
no more it cannot wait
I'm yours
Well open up your mind and see like me
open up your plans and damn you're free
look into your heart and you will find that the sky is yours
--Jason Mraz<3

The Way She Feels

She bared these scars for many reasons. For her family, for her friends, for every mean word said, every accusion, for love. It became an addiction to her. To run home and find that point, to skim it across the surface, that flush of pink and sea of red. She thought it was the only thing she had contro over. But she didn't.. Then he saved her. Taught her how to love and to see though the pain. Showed her to sya how she felt. He would still there silently as she cried on the phone wanting to take out that little blade. What he'd never know is he taught her how to stop.
He Wrote
Love On
Her Arms
A true story written to support:
To Write Love On Her Arms


Shes upset,
Bad day.
Heads for the dresser drawer to,
Drive her pain away.
Nothing good can come of this.
She opens it theres nothing there
Is only left over tears.
Mom and dad had no right she screams,
As the anger runs down both of her cheeks.
Then she closed her eyes,
And found relief in a knife.
The blood flows as she cries,
All alone the way she feels.
Left alone to deal with all the pain-drenched sorrow relief,
Bite the lip just forget the bleeding.
Then she closed her eyes,
And found relief in a knife.
The blood flows as she cries.
Curled up shes on the floor,
Relief left her she had hoped for something more,
From it, hoped for something more, From it.
He leans down to comfort her,
She is weeping and He
Wraps His arms around
And around and around and...
The deeper you cut,
The deeper I hurt,
The deeper you cut,
It only gets worse.
Now shes slowly opening...
New eyes...
Then she opened her eyes,
And found relief through His life.
And put down her knives.
Then she opened her life,
And found relief through His eyes,
And put down, She put down her life
-- Between The Trees<3

One Week

So tell me, what is the point? Why do I still hold on to these feelings. Why do I let him silently kill me, while I'm screaming for help in a language no one can understand. What is the point? Why do I let him make me cry? How come when I'm laying in bed at night all I want is to be in his arms mending my broken heart, when he's the one breaking it anyway. Why do I let myself think of you when his arms are around me. Why do i trust you with the most fragile thing I own. My heart.

-- source unknown





Its been one week since you looked at meCocked your head to the side and said Im angry.Five days since you laughed at meSaying get that together come back and see me.Three days since the living roomI realized its all my fault, but couldnt tell youYesterday youd forgiven meBut itll still be two days till I say Im sorry-- Barenaked Ladies<3