I Trust You

Imagine...

...if I wasn't afraid of writing about everything that I felt. I think it'd be hurtful. And not as directly as one might think. And not to me. I keep my words to myself. For your sake. You just don't get it. Here's hoping you will. One day. If not. I'll just shrug my shoulders and be on my way. I'm only 16. I normally wouldn't write something like this. But. I'm getting tired. Can you blame me? I'm only human. Too. Godamn. Fucking. Human.

Sighhhh

Today, I made a different wish...

A vague one. It was to be happy. I'm tired of getting hurt over things that might not be worth. I don't like wasting time. I hope I haven't been. I'll continue my motto: "Do what feels right," and see where it takes me.