Peace

My heels are high, my eyes cast low And I don’t know how to love I get so tired after midday, lately I take it out on my good friends But the worst stays in, or where would I begin?

The time has come for colds and overcoats.
We’re quiet on the ride,
we’re all just waiting to get home.
Another week away, my greatest fear.
I need the smell of summer,
I need its noises in my ears.

College, you make me want to grow my hair long and just lay around in central park. I think that would be the ideal college experience, laying in the grace of the grass and learning about yourself, too bad theres not time for that.

You’re not better than anyone because you have different beliefs. People are so damn ignorant that sometimes it feels like I am wasting my time.

is ruining everything. I just want things to be the way they should be. I wish I didn’t pick at things but I do because in many ways I am a secret perfectionist, and not afraid to speak my mind. I just wish it didn’t make me feel so terrible when I do. I’m really not perfect in any way shape or form, but it’s spo hard not to strive to be. I hold myself and my relationships to such impossible expectations that I forget to just live and enjoy them. I strive so hard to become who I want to be that sometimes I forget to smell the air and take things in.

I think FML does not even begin to describe my situation right now.

I really wish people would just chill out.

Shit. Went. Down.