Better

We keep making mistakes but we become better people. For our whole life we'd probably never get to be the person we wanted to be, or thought we'd become. But we become better. We try to do what's right, try to draw the fine line between what's right and what's wrong. But those, too, are grey areas and places shrouded with uncertainty, for right and wrong is a matter of perception. Along the way, we're in pieces, but we're better.

Dirt

A pathetic excuse for a lady

candescent

Never judge, people say. I know why now. Everyone has their reasons for doing things. We know names, not stories.

How have things turned out this way

It's like I am not living up to my expectations. It's like you grow up and the world turns so ugly.

Lights will guide you home, and ignite your bones

You know I'll stay up, with you all night.

I hate butterflies in my stomach, that feeling. It's like I want none of it for the moment. Nothing to do with butterflies for that matter.

I'm lost. Help.

You can't get anymore messed up than me,
I can't get anymore messed up than this.

What am I doing to people around me

I need a break from all these
this whirlwind of emotions

it is destructive

It's me, it's my inability

Sorry

Be strong now, because things will get better.

It may be stormy now, but it will not rain forever.
To better days, X

It's okay not to be okay

Seeing is deceiving, dreaming is believing,
It's okay not to be okay.
Sometimes it's hard to follow your heart.
Tears don't mean you're losing, everybody's bruising,
Just be true to who you are.

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Straighten up little soldier

How am I supposed to feel when my mummy tells me I'm headed the wrong way, which I believed in so much for close to 2 years now. That I have to see the subtle nuances of a person and wait till people get older, probably of working age. Good times are what hold things together, bad times are what breaks things apart. Although I'm confused and not sure if anything at all is what I really want, it hurts to hear decisions you've made were probably not the best. How do you let it all drift away all? Something which holds meaning to you, which you fervently believed in even for a while, the good times.

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Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer