Angles are calling on me.

I can be so great. I know i can be. Everything seems a little better each day. I am continuing on allowing myself to feel a little more each day. Thank you, finally, days feel better.

Ain't it strange.

It is still completely strange to me how people have the ability to feel something so special for someone they think is absolutely worth giving everything to, can make you feel like you were never a part of their life. I guess you can mean something one day, and because of bad actions, or change of feelings you can pretend like you never said the words. It makes me ache all over knowing that people have this ability. All the countless times i was alone or angry or happy or restless or sad or confused, i wanted to talk to the person who told me they would never love another person like they loved me. It's okay that you're not here anymore, seeing you happy was okay, and i know you have wanted that for awhile.

I love you, i mean it, and i always will.

You're tipping my world on its side.

Completely unreal.

Dr. Dog

I Hope there's love.

Here's to your happy disposition.

I don't think it's worth saying anything now. I don't think i am going to say anything, it won't change one thing. It's a waste of time, it's just a waste of everything. I refuse to make myself look naive by giving you August.

Happy Birthday to you when your day comes. Hope you get everything you wished for.

Fix You.

Everything will be okay. It's all going to be okay.

The darkness has no answers.

I once was brave, but i'm not anymore.

All i want to do is sleep, alone, all day, all the time. It makes me feel better. Lately, my dreams have been better than reality anyways, so what is the point of me being awake? Nothing, absolutely nothing. I must have lied to myself about finding myself, i feel completely and utterly lost, still. Nothing has really changed. I'm constantly setting myself up for disappointment. What is the point of trying to be better when you are too far into nothingness, and the one person you want to come reach down, bring you up, kiss you on the cheek and tell you everything with be okay, will never be there for you again. It's the sad truth, i just haven't built up the courage to accept that yet.

Sometimes so strange
Sometimes so sweet
Sometimes so lonely.

Butterflies.

Your song makes me scared; like i have to appreciate every detail of it because i might not be able to listen to it again. It is the most beautiful thing i have heard in quite some time. It makes me sad, and quiet, and nervous. It overwhelms me. It makes me feel like my heart is soaking in your words and i am desperately trying to keep it locked inside my chest. It is pure and romantic, and it is something real. You said it in a letter years ago that it would be for me, i really don't know if it is, but, i love it none the less.

When you came in the air went out.