I write a lot. I write when I'm bored, happy, depressed, in love, in hate, feeling off, or just out there. Writing is my passion, well, one of them. It's why I never leave home without my notebook and pen. =D |
There’s someone out there that needs your...
But doesn’t know how to get it...
To the one I admire
You make my heart bleed...
What do I want?
This is something I ask myself everyday...
We fight wars everyday
Not all are fought with arms...
Maybe it’s the look in your eyes when you...
Or the little jokes between us...
So I guess this is it
End of the line...
Sorry to burst your bubble, Dear
But there’s something I think you outta...
One moment I’m floating on air
The next I’m falling into darkness...
I smile
Put on my “I’m...
Fleeting thoughts are mine to behold. |
"I feel like I'm a stranger in this house. This place is so cold, empty, lonely. Feels a lot like home." |
"I love the thought of being in love, but dread the reality of it." |