High School.

Is such a waste of time.
It's insulting, too.

The only thing you should need to learn is how to think for yourself.

Girls.

Have you heard of class?
Honestly, you disgust me.

They talk about how much they hurt,
and never do anything to change it.

I'm glad I don't believe in love,
rather I don't think it's a state of being.

No tenses, no excuses.

I want the real things, the beautiful things.

The things that I can touch, and see, and feel.

Maybe, I'm asking too much?

But, I'm just a girl. Unlike any other, but still prone to feminine ways. Sue me.

Obvious.

I don't miss you.
I miss the idea of you.
Everything you could have been,
but never will be.

I'm as open as the ocean, sometimes just as deep.

Rapist glasses.

I love shit like this.

Just a note.

I don't try to make myself sound like an idiot, it comes naturally.

Somewhere.

What if there was a land over the rainbow? Would you take me there? Would it be more beautiful than either of us had expected? Would you walk besides like we did back then, when we were together?

We were never together though, not truly. There was a moment where we were joined, not by love. It was a different emotion. I hate to admit that you are my one regret.

If you would let me, I could fall for you.

That's a lot coming from a person who stopped believing in love.

Relax.

So many things on my mind.

I could REALLY use a back massage.

You would think.

That I'm human, with all of my emotion.

That moment.

You're charming. You know what to say, when to say it, and to who. I'm the observer, the onlooker. I don't do things that are watched, or critiqued by the eyes. My work comes from the mind. But, you do what you do. People watch you, always. Sometimes, I'm envious.

Then I remember that I've been there. I've watched you. I've seen what it is that you do. You touched me, it touched me. That moment. The one where I felt wanted and cared for, meant for something. But, it wasn't. I wasn't. And the moment ended, like they all inevitably do. I'm still alright. Things happen and things don't. I'll just wonder and wander, with you in mind.

Random.

I probably think more in a minute or so, than most people do in a day.

Glad.

That I've started my blog over, it gives me a fresh feeling.

I've never wanted more than that,
a fresh start.

I wish I played God in my own life,
instead of just with my blog.

"Oh a mistake? Delete."

Life would be swell.

Desperate.

I want to see the world,
and I want it to see me.

Everything I am, out in the open.

I can't wait for the day MY life starts.

Beautiful Things

I wish I could hold belief in them.

I wish I could believe in fate or destiny.

I wish I could believe in anything, without doubt.

We're all alone, isolated creatures.
To me, that's beautiful.

It's like a ticking clock.

A moment becomes minutes and hours and days.
I hate seeing people wasting away their lives,
throwing them to something I don't believe in.

To be anything less than extraordinarily happy,
To settle on the mediocre, is such a waste.