forget the drugs. yeah, they’re going
around and yeah, they’re pretty
dangerous, but they don’t take as many
lives. stop searching kids’
lockers and start looking for the deeper
stuff, the things that leave heavier
inflictions. yeah, i
know it’s nearly one
hundred degrees outside, and
there’s girls in here wearing
long sleeved sweaters. they’re
hiding something more
sinister, something
that can’t be measured in
kilos.

Fate will make our paths cross
But is it what I want? My future is someone else's, and soon it will be yours.

People say we are for each other, but is it truly so? A companionable silence will follow but nothing will grow. They say time will bring us love
I think not. Acceptance will grow but not of love

Love eludes me in this destiny, this cage I'm trapped in
My choices are yours, your choices are others
We are what they define us to be.
Love for us - It's nothing but an illusion
The only love we will ever have is to forever be
In love
With the idea of love.

If you're attacked by a Lion
Find fresh underpants to try on
Lay on the ground quite still
Pretend you are very ill
Keep like that day after day
Perhaps the lion will go away

Your worth cannot be measured
by the circumference of your waist
or the width of your delicate hips

And though his lips will plant onto yours
and others may call you revolting
it shall never measure your worth

And when it comes to valentines day
and the only roses you received
were the ones your mother sent you
It cannot measure your worth

Because your worth cannot be measured
you shall repeat it again
your worth will not be measured
by numerals,words, or objects
not ever
your worth cannot be measured
but you are enough, unbelievably enough

Money is a wonderful thing. I'll never deny that. Having the means to do the things you love is a great feeling. Not having the means is a pretty ****** one. However, having excessive, ridiculous, gross amounts of money, to the point where you don’t know what to do with it, is a problem. No one should have that kind of money. My dream is to live in an apartment with just a place to sleep, a place to go to the bathroom and a place to make food. Anything else, honestly, seems like a waste to me at this point. it takes away from what life truly is. it strips you of the feeling of being truly alive and prevents you from being at peace with yourself. Believe me, “success" is something everyone strives for, bleeds for and dreams of.

But success is a relative concept. In my opinion, realizing this and living your life knowing this is the greatest success a person can ask for.