She is my happiness.
She is my summer days.
She is my baby.
She is my best friend.
She is my patients.
She is my confidence.
She is my partner in crime.
She is my walk in the park.
She is my inspiration.
She is my extra push that I need.
She is my natural high.
She is my smile.
She is my flash light during the dark.
She is my map when I’m lost.
She is my everything.
She is everything to me.
They call her love.
She is love… and she is all I need.
I should just get on with it and
say the things I meant to say
for so long.
Bit my tongue til I tasted blood
I don’t want to lose control.
I’m on the edge of my seat
I can feel my heart skip a beat.
Always knew I had the best
so I knew I had to go to that good life.
Now we in that good life.
I’m OFFICIALLY going to the recruiter. I’m sick of people(aka my family, who needs to get out & stay out of my business) telling me what to do. I think this will definitely get me out of this hell hole and into a bigger and better life. And also, if Baked & Wired doesn’t call me this weekend I’m going to call them straight on Monday.
It’s so stressing just thinking about my own life feeling like I’ve done nothing at all. And I don’t really have people that I could call “friends” if you know what I mean. Sure, I’ve hung out with people and had good times, and I don’t regret them at all. But I want someone to be there to say, “I got your back no matter what” and to just have someone to talk to.
I know I will feel lazy, but damn…I will force myself to do the things I’ve dreamt of doing. I’m turning 22 less than 2 weeks! I definitely need to get my shit straight.
“Too much light for a broken dream
With eyes shut like they’re supposed to be.
With no release from the grip of the sound
Began to break ground when she noticed me.”
I’ll pass on Mason Day this time. Not really in the mood.