I've come to realize life isn't beautiful, mollified,
nor is it a tangable gift to the heart. We all view things
in peculiar ways, and I for one find things much more difficult
then they actually are. Being an artistic person is a gift,
but sometimes I just can't hold myself up. I hunger for romance,
for a gentle lift.. I want to see your eyes more, feel your skin
for just a bit longer... and get out of this place I call home
and enter your world for not just a moment... but for eternity.
I can't move on. Let go. Grow up. Get out. I live for the past.
It's formed this unique personality of mine, and the relationships
I have towards the people I adore. I have a weak, brittle appearence,
And a very unstable emotional state. I'm a piece of art
that needs work... but my imperfection is what makes me... me.
I understand the fact that I'm a teenager who's just starting
To experience love, but I'm not going to say it's something easy.
and I'm not going to brag about any of it, unlike most girls.
I take my true love personally and will only ever express it
to one person. I am a very loyal individual, I always have been,
and I plan to hold the adoration I feel towards him... forever more.
- Mood:
Sweet - Listening to: A Fine Frenzy - 'Blow Away'
Thankful
Adoration
Bliss
Sociable
