i have such great taste

I just had to share this because it has completely blown me away and needs to be shared. If you dont like this then you have no taste..sorry but true

things are coming to an end, i have mixed feelings about this

I get creative when im bored

I should be an artist

Broken, this fragile thing now
And I can't, I can't pick up the pieces.
And I've thrown my words all around,
But I can't, I can't give you a reason.

I feel so broken up (so broken up),
And I give up (I give up),
I just want to tell you so you know..

Here I go,
Scream my lungs out and try to get to you,
You are my only one.
I let go,
There's just no one that gets me like you do
You are my only,
My only one.

Made my mistakes, let you down
And I can't, I can't hold on for too long.
Ran my whole life in the ground
And I can't, I can't get up when your gone.

And something's breaking up (breaking up),
I feel like giving up (like giving up),
I won't walk out until you know..

Here I go
Scream my lungs out and try to get to you,
You are my only one.
I let go
There's just no one that gets me like you do
You are my only,
My only one.

Here I go,
So dishonestly.
Leave a note
For you my only one.
And I know,
You can see right through me.
So let me go
And you will find someone.

Here I go,
Scream my lungs out and try to get to you,
You are my only one.
I let go,
There's just no one, no one like you
You are my only,
My only one.

My only one
My only one
My only one
You are my only,
My only one.

This song does it all. It lifts you up and places you where your mind should be, but reminds you at the same time, all the ache you suffer through in this life......

I think that life throws you heartache and challenges as a way to even things out. Like for every time you are happy you also have to be unhappy, its just a balance thing and it sucks. Im so sick of optimism, its freaking exhausting

I need to be more quiet. Not talk so much, Listen more. Just take time out of my day for silence and no chaos. Take the risk that if I let things quiet down so I can think that my thoughts wont terrify me. I block everything out...maybe its time I turn off the sound and let things in.

Three years of you

Three years. Three years of happiness, Three years of crying, Three years of dancing, Three years of laughing, Three years of bruises, Three years of music, Three years of pictures...Just Three years of you.

Imagine myself in places I could be and with whom I want to be with...

Let it not be but another fading illusion this time.