Apr 26, 2013
Right now, I just need somebody to tell me that it's okay if I'd made so many mistakes. That it's okay to make some more mistakes. And that someone's still going to like me even then.
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Right now, I just need somebody to tell me that it's okay if I'd made so many mistakes. That it's okay to make some more mistakes. And that someone's still going to like me even then.
That feeling when you decided you want to be happy. And you are. But then your bestfriend decided he wanted to be happy too----just not what you expected.
I'm ADORABLE. Your argument is so fucking invalid it's banned from every country of every continent in the world.
Fix You by Coldplay (Cover)
My cover. Whoever listens to it must give a constructive criticism to me. Message me please <3
I think I saw you in my sleep, darling, I think I saw you in my dreams you were
stitching up the seams on every broken promise that your body couldn't keep.
I think I saw you in my sleep.
I thought I heard the door open, oh no. I though I heard the door open,
but I only heard it close.
I thought I heard a plane crashing, but now I think it was your passion snapping
I think you saw me confronting my fear,
it went up with the bottle and went down with the beer and
I think you ought to stay away from here. There are ghosts in the walls and they
crawl in your head through your ear.
I think I saw you in my sleep, lover, I think I saw you in my dreams you were
stitching up the seams on every mangled promise that you body couldn't keep.
I think I saw you in my sleep.
I wish there were more trees than people. Trees are peaceful, beautiful, broad, honest and sophisticated even. People just plain sucks.
Dear ma,
These things that I write, these "I don't deserve to live" shit I write in my diary, my blog, these are the things I contemplate about with myself. I talk you about other stuff, ma. Those are the stuff that I want to share with you, for you to know me better.
But these, these are things for myself, ma. Things I have to learn by myself, for myself. I'm human. I mature. So please stop using them against me. I don't want to hate you.
Sincerely,
Your teenage daughter
#12 PROCRASTINATION.