Heart on a string

I'm going to give you my heart, don't hurt it...

Release Therapy

Tonight I snapped. I've had so much bullshit happen lately just one thing after another. I have no one I can talk to about everything. No one who will just hear me out. I'm in this shit alone. Worst feeling around.

Hope

Hope is undeniably, an uplifting feeling. But just like everything else, it has its price. There's a fifty fifty chance of your hopes actuallly prevailing or getting smashed into shattered pieces. Pieces which cut at your heart and which ultimately leave you, disappointed. So with that being said, those who like to gamble; hope.

the disadvantage of advantages

i feel that i've invested unnecessary time, money, love and effort. i was supposed to be that person. but i'm not. call it fake? nah. call it choosin? nah, it's a mistake i've brought upon myself. the selflessness that i could've gave to someone who actually appreciated what i've done. i'm a stepping stone to your self fulfillment. maybe i'm trippen, maybe i'm not. but believe me when i say, no more mister nice guy.

new year, same shit

time has passed. damn near four months. i should be fine, but i'm not. i should have high hopes, but i'm at an all time low. never felt such a painful feeling of regret.

At the Bus Stop

So I've come to develop a ridiculous question... do men wait, as women do? Or aren't we supposed to be the ones pursuing, being the ones that women wait for? Because if we all wait nothing could happen... everything becomes idle. Some can wait at the bus stop, others will call a cab, and some prefer to save up and buy their own means of transportation. There's all these women, but I always want the ones that are unattainable. Women that are complicated, involved, or are just a previous chapter in my life. When a book is good, some might want to re-read it.

nobody is perfect. everyone does their part of fucked up shit and childish mistakes. i'm known to do foul shit like that, but lately i've felt like a new person. i've reflected on the shit i've done, the hurt i've caused, and the pain i've endured. i've come out to become a better individual. i've lost some of the greatest parts of my life in the process. but that's the beauty of learning. so that next time around, i don't fuck up. i've also chose a career path to go down which took a lot of thought. through the years i felt as if i was playing it by ear, choosing whatever path seeemed right. now i got a map.