Normal people with their boyfriend/girlfriend: Cuddle, Sing lyrics together, laugh about their day, tell each other their problems, help each other out, enjoy themselves. Me with my boyfriend: ...Oh yeah that's right, I don't have a boyfriend.
Normal People: -Singing the lyrics. Me: -Singing the lyrics -Singing the guitar rifts -Doing air drumming -Headbanging/Dancing like an idiot -Moshing in my bedroom -Preforming a 1 person concert Truth! If you're shaking your head no, you're a liar.
My obsession to music is going too far. Now I'm starting to dance while walking everywhere because I have a song stuck in my head. I listen to music every chance I get. I fall asleep listening to music. My head is never void of a song. Music has ruled over my life. If I had a choice to save my life or music, I'd choose music.
The heart is a funny thing. Scientifically, it is an organ that pumps blood through you and jeeps you alive. Its rate speeds up when more energy, or blood is needed. It doesn't mean anything. To us, it is the center thing in our core that holds all our feelings. Our deepest secrets. Our fears and insecurities. Our heart speeds up when nervous or in love. Our heart blooms when we find new feeling. Our heart keeps us alive in more than one way, but the main way is it keeps us feeling.
Beauty. It's an opinion unique to everyone. The definition always changes, yet it remains the same in one way. Someone's definition of beauty is perfection. Beauty can be a changing landscape with mountains, and oceans, and forests, and clouds. Beauty can be a face with smiles, emotions, depth, and love. Beauty can be struggles and hardship that are conquered and overcome. Beauty can be sadness and tears that will run dry and cheer up. Beauty is strong, yet delicate. Beauty is tough, yet empathetic. Beauty is sad, yet cheerful. Beauty is conquer, yet defeat. Beauty is imperfect, yet perfect.
Today I was balancing a lunchbox, a jacket, a backpack, and a yearbook. Being me, I tried to kill a fly and ended up punching myself in the stomach. Nothing hurts more than a blow to the stomach to add on to the period cramps. -.-
I've never been the girl to stick around while a guy 'figures out what he wants.' If, after all this time, it's not still me & he's having doubts - this isn't worth it. I'm not a choice & i certaintly won't just be around when you need me. Either we're together or we're not. enough of this in-between bullsh.it. I have a life to live & i deserve happiness just as much as you do.