Morning time.

Some days I worry that my heart really may explode.

Misconception

I'm just as big of a scumbag as the next shithead you'll pass by on the street.

Falling out of step.

Out of touch, out of line, out of rhythm.

Running out of time.

I'll just keep dragging my feet and hope that some day soon I'll find some sort of motivation.

Unacceptable.

I've had it with people being so malicious and so childish. I've had it with people intentionally hurting others for NO good reason.

The next time you open your mouth, you better give whatever it is that you're about to say a good amount of thought.

You worthless piece of garbage.

Discovery

All the things you have been searching for, I have found.
All the dreams you have had about this, they have become my reality.
All the hours you've spent questioning why it hasn't happening to you, I've spent them asking how I got so lucky that something like this could happen to me.

I've found perfection,
I've found strength,
I've found meaning,
I've found joy,
I've found happiness,
I've found wholeness,
I've found mystery,
I've found laughter,
I've found beauty,
I've found love.

Do you know what it's like to hold the universe inside your arms at night?
I do.

Bruised.

Today when I woke up, I felt like I was on top of the world.
This afternoon the earth began to crack beneath my feet.


And now, I feel like I haven't stopped falling since the earth shifted and resettled.

Potential massacre.

Today in the hallway on my way to third period, I passed a girl who looked like she wanted to kill everyone and burn everything down to the ground.


I'll give her a week.