Talk incessantly.
Dwell on temporal affairs.
Ask friends for advice; ignore it.
Air out perceived problems constantly.
Respond defensively.
Never take criticism at face value.
Write off whoever won't humor you.
Accuse others of misunderstanding you.
Build your lifestyle on whims.
Presume entitlement to *** for "being nice".
Choose an inappropriate diet for your body.
Avoid personal responsibility.
Refuse to own your failures and errors.
Justify behaviors that create conflict.
Rationalize unfruitful thought and action at all cost.
Dismiss what contradicts your prejudices.
Compare yourself to Jesus.
Insist on your specialness.
Insist that others acknowledge it.
Don't communicate your expectations.
Blame others for your bad choices.
Fish for compliments.
Use sentiment to ply others.
Use sentiment to ply yourself.

Subject anyone to yourself
while the above applies to you.

Why is it that you think it's bad for me to like you,
I told you that I liked you and you just didn't say a word,
You made me feel stupid.
You waited a couple days and then decide to talk to me,
You made it seem like nothing happened,
As if I never said anything,
I try getting over you,
But it's tough,
My feelings are super glued to you,
And you seem to not care,
But I'll still talk to you like if I have a chance,
Because I know you're worth my time.

It's the kind of thing

That catches in your throat

Right before you are asked to speak.



It's the kind of thing

That stops your breathing

Right in its tracks, stone cold.



It's the kind of thing

That has your heart pumping

Gallons a second.



It's the kind of thing

That I find my brain yelling



"NO" about.

You’re in my veins now,

You dumb, dumb boy



From the moment we first touched

No, maybe it wasn’t the first time



It was probably the first time you touched my heart

Through our fingertips



Bad noise reverberating through our

Struggling ear canals



Bouncing against our agitated skulls,

The last inkling of the night flushing our cheeks



You’re in my veins now,

You pump through my system, past my heart



You swim under my fingernails,

Crusted with day old paints



My smile finds its home

When your name sounds



Honestly, I’m stuck

And I hope you know that



Because you’re in my veins now,



And there’s nothing I can do about it

Fear
Always fear

The runaway
The self-made convict

Every step
Plagued with doubt
Every thought
The lack of motives

Isolation -
Shunning all possibilities

Doing nothing is doing something
Silence is a word well understood

Repercussions...
is a promise whose hand you shook in stillness

When are you going to learn that the only way forward is...
through?

do.it.now


'You are standing in your own way!'
'Move over!'

i cannot stop listening
to songs that make me think of you.
your stupid hair/smile/way of saying things.
stupid//stupid//stupid//stupid
i have written the word
stupid
so many times
i'm beginning to question
if it's even a real word.

does this mean
if i continue to allow you
to plague my thoughts with
your lovely hair/smile/way of saying things,
you will cease
to exist?