Im not mad, i just cant let my self think to much....
Id rather be asleep were my dreams became my world and my slumber shaded my insecure thoughts
I write when ever my head is to full with words and phrases that i want to share with the world. I dont understand why that is a problem....
Writing about what you feel and why you feel it helps a persons mind to grow.. At least thats what i think
Why is it sooooo freaking hard to find someone to relate to.
Im stuck on this idealistic thought of love when all i want is the sappy 1940's music style love...When sitting around on a date was the thing to do...Sharing a coke float was cute.... when getting your date home beforeit got to late was the polite thing for a dude to do... That may sound lame to some ppl, but to me thats good old fashion love... Back in the those days, love cld last 69 yrs till death do them part...
Its not about with whom ill love its about when... A person can go years think they'll be alone and when that person comes along how will they know it is love.... I dont believe in god enough to say leave it to him....
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