feelmypainbtch

the smell of kamel reds, dirty floor, and 40z.
it reminds me too well of Cassie and Drews.
It's time to get reckless in this mutha fucka
its time to get out of town and have a good time under the sun.
lets do this, its dharma bum time.

Its about that season again, for distant adventures and relentless freedom, get me out of this town
so we can share some good fucking times.

in paradise flats,  there's rooms for hire No-one cares who you are
You won't come back, it's too late now
You've been seen too much

There is Danger in the night
There are things we can't control
Will we give ourselves a fright
When we become less that humans
There are people who say oh why oh why oh why?
Now there are other ways to die, oh why oh why oh why oh why?
But upon this tidal wave oh god oh god
But upon this tidal wave oh god oh god of
young blood
young blood
young blood
young blood
young blood

Life is just a dance floor. so dance.

Lets grow wings and fly away, and just listen to the sound of our fluttering hearts.

I Will Rise Again.

Its time to do things different, fuck everything,
i want to milk the fuck out of the next couple months because its all I'll have and get lets go pwn some shit

If life is void and meaningless, and the only thing that gives purpose is the free-willed choices we make, which define us, and I know these choices which can shape me future why do i refuse to do them? Am I not ready? If Reality is Subjective and what we know to be real in this world is all fake and a lie then that gives us Infinite possibility, yet why do I fail to grasp it? Its like theres this invisible wall of laziness holding me back, holding everyone back. Why do I lack the personal power to change things, since my choices give my life meaning, and there is endless possibility.  I just need hope, or someone, anyone to help me out.

In all honesty, I don't care.  It happens to everyone, all the time.  So just count me with the masses, count me with them.  Those who realize what life really is, who share a common pain of living.

I met this girl today, and I will never see her again, never hear her talk, never see her smile, never hug her when she cries, never hold her hand when theres nothing else I can do, except sit with her .... and thats that, everyone else keeps moving, even when its hard. 

sometimes i want to die

Save me,  I need to do something, go somewhere.  Get out.

Oh my God, it hit me. My life has hit me. My failure has hit me. Whats the point of me? what is to "be existing"? I don't know anymore.

The heart is a sleeping beauty and love the only kiss it can't resist. Even if its eyes lay open wide, there is a heart that sleeps inside. And it's to there you must be hastening. For all hearts dream, they dream only of awakening.

"20 years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the things you did do."- Mark Twain.
It is my life. Mine, Not the world's, it belongs to me and I intend to do something with it. Not sit around in this town and grow up to learn how to be disappointed by what I didn't do.

Our faces, are decided by the faces of our hearts.
The faces of our hearts are decided by the faces of others,
the Face of our surroundings,
And the Face which only our ears can see.
Our hearts(and emotions) are not ours.
The things that happen around us our out of our control to how they affect us.
To an Extent.

Conor Oberst And Elliot Smith.....make me go wow.