I feel like somewhere along my life there was a shift. Suddenly nothing was for fun any more, it was all necessary. Suddenly I'm bothering with what others think, afraid to link any connotations I deem negative to my being. Why do I care what people I've never met, who'll forget they ever saw me, think of me; this obscure stranger in their peripherals. It's a warped sense of mind and place, seeing the space around me in my mind's made up ways. So I stray away from everyone, isolating myself unwittingly, turning them against me. Self fulfilling prophecies, I succeed in creating this reality. I need to break free from my mind's mentalities, with which negativity has propelled me. So I've started a new sport. I call it neighborhood night dancing. Donning headphones and heading out alone to the empty streets as the city sleeps, and moving to the beat. Letting it compel me towards a freedom long gone missing. Letting go is an art. Complete release is a tough
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She's only 17 she'll get over it and have many. I am human too and i do care and always will but i have to leave.
Something like that.
that made me cry..
some thing i dont want to be doing cuz kathy is here lol and she'd b like...what..?
lol
man..ok. that helped me.
even tho he said other stuff when i broke up with him. like..i dont even know. i dont wnna relive it. but he's really mature, once his feelings have settled. when he's angry he says shit that makes me wanna go stab myself in the heart.