Friday, April 6, 2012
I'm really proud of my self.
I developed a crush for a guy, hung out with him, became friends with him, and went to prom with him.
But that's not why I'm proud.
I'm proud that I really saw who he was and decided that I didn't need to spend my time hung up on something so silly.
I looked at it clearly, and logically and decided that I wasn't losing that I would be losing.
I'm satisfied and happy.Content.
There are days.
These days could be the thought of wanting to sit outside, but only in the shade.
Wishing it would rain so it would fit my mood.
There are times.
These times I'm not replying to messages because I have nothing to say.
Wanting to just lay until I become one with my bed.
Maybe it's just silly teenager angst.
But no one has my life, no one is me.
Just as I'm not anybody else.
Truthfully I don't think I could
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
I live in
A president- cotton factory named town
I've been here forever
But I'm the kid around
And I'm dreaming big
It's all I can do
Just trying to make it through
I can sing this song
The song of life
I hope it reaches all
Who are singing
Out their frustrations in their bed rooms
You better believe
That's what I'm doing
As I write this down
Washington is clocking in
All my precious memoriesAnd I'm giving them freely