No matter how independent I feel I am, I just cant go one day without thinking about the people that pry my smile back to the highest of my cheek bones. It hurts to be fully surrounded by people who know your deepest and darkest secrets, and yet, it hurts even more to think that when im alone, I want them with me every second of the day. I cant take it sometimes, the pressure, and all the drama, but I somehow manage to crawl from the gutter to the bright blue haze of my dreams.

Sometimes I feel like the coolest person in the world. Surrounded by my closest friends laughing my head off so high I think I just might die. The topics at times, are purely pervertive, but I couldnt love them anymore then I already do. With them, I tend to explore the deepest parts of my mind, writing down everything I learned from this life that i can hopefully use for my next life, if I get one.