Hi im... i dont know yet.
Nothing means anything
unless you want it to.
Time does not exist.
Can the child within my heart rise above? Can I sail through the changing ocean tides? Can I handle the seasons of my life?Well, I’ve been afraid of changing ‘cause I built my life around you, but time makes you bolder. Children get older and I’m getting older too.
You just like the idea of me. You like the person I present myself under circumstances that I can control.
I choose what I say and how I say things. It’s like being attracted to a fictional character in a book. They are scripted and made up. If you think about it, through writings, we all script and make ourselves up. I don’t share the person I become when I am upset. I don’t show you how I look like when I sleep. I don’t tell you about all the times I’ve made someone cry. All the guilty things I’ve done and the bad thoughts I’ve had.