I'm skipping English Literature for this. God knows why. I just am too upper bored.

I can think of the past. I can cry.

I can think of what has happened and what has passed and what went on

and I can break down like there's no tomorrow.

I remember not too long ago

When we'd all be emo

and cut cut cut

it was actually quite funny now that I think about it.

Pathetic and funny at the same time.

I'm waking up to a New Day-

did you know that most of my inspiration comes from music?

from art as well. and of course what I see around me.

What I feel, what I go through.

I'm just rambling and babbling. So ignore it if you may.

Doesn't life just confuse you?

It tosses you up and down and left and right

and then it leaves you hanging off that cliff

it tears you apart

break you down into pieces one by one

and then you're suppose to just glue yourself back together with what ever tape you find?

Maybe there's an answer to this never ending question?

Maybe somewhere in the abyss, there is a solution?

Would walking the earth cause more problems? or would we come across what we've been looking for.

You tell me if I'm making any sense. But it just sounds right to me.

I'm holding on.

My hands are tied, behind my back

Remember what I said before? There's a ticking bomb placed on my back, in such a position that I can never turn to look at it.

How ironic everything can be

Adventures, life, love, hatred, rivalries, crushes, heartbreaks.

"I always thought... Since the heart is such a large part of a person. That it breaking would be a like a plate crashing onto the floor. Shattering into a million pieces. I never expected to be so silent, to be so deadly."

and I'm listening to emo songs. haha. forgive me if what I'm writing makes no sense. Or makes you sad. It just so happen to be one of those days.

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I miss you.

I miss you.

I miss you.

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so what else is there to say?

I'm afraid.

I'm so so afraid.

there are somethings that we dont know. dont figure out until we sit down, think, and listen to ourselves.

fear

anxiety

apprehension

terror

trepidation

anticipation.

I'll close my eyes

and go to sleep

Hoping that you'd be there when I wake up

My hand searches for yours

even when you're miles away.

I miss you.