Thoughts and thoughts and thoughts.
Always thinking, she’s all thoughts.
She’s over-thoughts, if ever was such a thing for over thinking.
Talk and talk and talk.
Always talking, he’s all talk.
He over-talks, if ever was such a thing for speaking too much.
Yet there are never the right words;
only a lot and very poorly,
he never speaks enough.
Hearing only a lot and a lot of poorly spoken words,
Unsettled, she’s thinking,
‘words just aren’t enough.’
The guy I like (who knows I like him) sent this to me today. Trying to say something about me or about him? I’m not sure.
just went all the way through my Facebook timeline from 2011/2010. I thought I was an unconfident person back then, but as I looked at the status updates and stories it appears that I had so much more confidence then than I do now.
and optimism.
and happiness.
and openness.
what the fuck happened?
why wasn’t I afraid of the judgement of people back then as much as I am now? it’s scary how much things about yourself can change without you even noticing, holy crap.
I’d love to have that liveliness and optimism and confidence I appeared to have back then now, in the present. Just ugh. idk.
Okay so i think too much and everyday i like write a novel in my head of things i see and stuff. i need to get it out of my head -.-
I pass many faces in the crowd of the hallways in my school and wonder ” Whats their story?” or ” whats their past?”
do i have anything in common with them ?
I cant stand the thought that they are always happy.
Why dont i deserve that ? Happiness 24/7 ?
When people do that double take and think why is she staring at me? what a freak.
but are we that different ?
What makes you so special?
why cant we just move on.
Not a day goes by without imperfection, but thats what makes us human !
I hate how you’ve never fell asleep on me before but you did tonight, my birthday night. I guess….
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Most people complain about being up late, over-analyzing a mistake they made.
Well I sometimes don’t sleep at all, berating myself for several mistakes I made throughout the course of history. And simply catching a funny look that may have even be imagined is a mistake in my eyes. I’m always over thinking everything and now it’s 1:30 am and I still can’t stop. Hopefully I can fix my mistakes tomorrow instead of making new ones.
