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it would mean the world to me if you guys would take a minute to go through some of my writing that i have posted on this blog. comments/feedback/critique is always a wonderful treat for me!
(Source: apoeticdemise)
it’s almost summer, i’ve already written about this, my habits, the excuses i make, what really matters. challenge me, watch me carefully, make me nervous. at this point, life seems to easy. everyday is the same, i stay out of trouble, fall asleep late, and wake up early. cut up my thoughts with commas, run on sentences, and words that don’t fit together. why do i write so much? i have trouble with the little things, things that other people do so simply. i overthink things, i get paranoid and that’s what keeps me back, i get scared okay? i wish i didn’t i used to live so care free but maybe that’s a sign that i’ve grown up, when you worry about the consequences because you can’t afford to pay the price. or you just don’t want to. okay, i’m only talking about me. second person is a habit. I don’t want to, i admire people who aren’t afraid to drive a little faster, talk back a little meaner, steal something that costs a little more. maybe that’s what i need, something to rush my adrenaline, wear out the caution tape i wear around my neck. i want to create, destroy, love. build a tower and then knock it down, cry about it maybe but then walk away, pick up an old friend, listen to sad and happy songs. you know, that kind of song that you put of replay because you like the way you think, and it makes you both happy and sad. i don’t ever know how to explain things, i just hope someone out there understands. i’ll try and structure things more clearly, but it always ends up in a jumbled mess. it’s hot outside, and it’s hot in here. maybe i’m just feeling claustrophobic and that’s why each sentence in this paragraph seems so close together.
