It's not like I like going out so much because I hate my family or because I'm headed down a bad path of drugs and party life, it's just that I like to forget how empty I feel and spend my life with people I enjoy and have a good time until it's too late.
Can't stop, won't stop.
I need to meet new people.
I need to meet people that are as down for me I am for them.
Let's do stupid things together like 'Dine and Dash' or lie to our parents, tell them we're sleeping over at each other's houses, and go on a road trip for the weekend.
Let's hop fences and do hoodlum things in the night and make up elaborate lies saying how, "No, it wasn't us who wrote 'Eat ****' in paint on your car."
And for God's sake, let's be there for each other, and genuinely concerned as if it was our own problem, and know there's something wrong before the other can even utter a whimper.
I want someone who I'm not afraid to call my best friend without the fear that they don't feel the same way.
I want someone who knows what I want,
I want someone who knows I write, who knows what my goals are,
What my favorite movie is and knows that this is a trick question because I don't have just one.
I want someone who knows I feel like this.
I want someone who can figure me out.

That which gives fragrance...

where does the fragrance go
when it rots...

Is my being...

an ecstatic sobriety
or
a sober drunkenness...

I wonder...

On the surface, all typical answers,

Stay in shape, and keep the weight off,

I enjoy, and love the competitive spirit,

I want to beat you at the finish line,
and then shake your hand,

I want to be your friend and wish you good luck

I want to stand next to you on the podium

But I run deep,

I run because I have to replenish the blood loss,
From the heart I keep cutting open,

I run because I hurt you,

I run because I broke so many promises,

I run from a past which haunts me,

I run like the wind needing to escape,

I run for my future,

I run for my life

Firewalker

And I said
     So?
     Who cares if she's better
          you told me I'm the best
           and that's good enough for me
     Who cares if it isn't fair?
          you told me I was still the winner
          and that made it all the more worthwhile
     Who cares if I'm silly and even downright insane
          you'll love me anyway, right?
     Who the heck cares if I ***** up,
          tumble and fall
          or just come crumbling down

I was built and loved
      enough to stand up on my knees using my own two hands
      eventually, I'll be on my feet
      ready to fight again
And you know what?
    **I'm **** proud of that