Overthinking....and stuck....

sometimes when things are out of wack, it freaks us
out a little and makes us feel like we`re losing
something that`s really important, and that scares
us even more, so we try really hard to hold onto
whatever it is we think we're losing and sometimes,
we hold on a little too hard.

i don`t care about your past, all i wanna know
is if there is a place for me in your future

Red is the color of life. It's blood, passion, rage. Beginnings and violent end. Red is the color of love. Beating hearts and hungry lips. Roses, Valentines, cherries. Red is the color of shame. Crimson cheeks and spilled blood. Broken hearts, opened veins. A burning desire to return to white.

Are you ready for this? Cause ready or not, here I come. I'm hard to handle, stubborn like you wouldn't believe, I'm obnoxious, I have no confidence, and I'm rude. However, I pinky promise to remain loyal and love you and try my best to change for the better, however I refuse, I refuse, to change myself completely based on what you want, because if that's what you want, well honey you don't want me because I'm most definitely not that. I'm me, accept it, love it and keep it.

Most girls say they want a fairy tale, but that's not what I want. I want someone who will make fun of me and laugh at my jokes even if they're stupid. Someone who will wrestle with me and not let me win because I'm a girl. Yeah, riding off into the sunset would be nice, but playing thumb war with you seems so much better.

I'm scared of the future. I'm scared of growing up and failing at my life. I'm scared of being old and alone. I'm scared I'm never going to find someone who actually loves me.

I’m not going to sit here and say all the things that are wrong with me. Everyone already knows, I’m the biggest fuck up you will ever meet. But I, me, this person, I’m going to actually try to succeed in life, no matter how many people broke my heart, or what person. I’m just going to do what makes me happy, and no one else.

I watch the world turn around me and the people live beside me and it's as if I'm moving too slow or in the wrong direction. I feel like I don't belong or fit in, like I'm watching my life like a movie. I guess you could say I'm not living at all... I just happen to exist, at best.

I don't get why people get so frustrated with me when I bring him up.

It's like, shut up, you should be over him already.

But I'm not. So shut the fuck up.

If you don't want to listen, leave. I listen to you when you complain about your shit.

Sometimes it's my turn, alright?

A lot in my life is shit, but its the little stuff like
meeting a cute boy, or talking to an old friend,
or just sitting at the beach with my best one
that keeps me breathing another day.

He can be so nice, then so mean. He can care and protect, make you laugh, and at the same time play games with your head And after he's done with that, he'll tear your heart out, rip it in to the smallest fragments known to man and leave it on the floor, while all you can do is stand there, not being able to cry because you're so numb, because you thought that there was something there, when really there was nothing but a wayward boy out to break a poor girls fragile heart, all because he didnt know what he wanted

it doesn't feel like its been a year but another year has come and gone...

Sometimes things aren't meant to last. They just take a place in your heart and make you a little smarter for the next time.

experience is the name everyone gives to their mistakes

There's always that one guy that you will always go back to.
Even though you date other people in between, there's always
that voice in the back of your mind thinking,"i hope i run into him today..."

You piss me off. You piss me off a lot. I can't even tell you how many times I've wanted to knock some sense into that pretty little head of yours. You push me to my limits (maybe even farther), but this is what makes me so absolutely crazy about you. Does that make any sense? Any at all?

life is precious, don't be reckless with your time. make it count,
when you're down and out. that's what happens before you shine.

laying there with your arms around me, i felt so comfortable,
and safe. my heart was beating a mile a minute having you so
close to me. as you played with my hair and kissed me, i couldn't
help but smile straight from my heart. i could see how much you
cared from the look in your eyes. it made me never want to let
you go, to just stay wrapped in your arms forever, where nothing
else matters, but you and me.

he liked sports, she liked dance. he liked beer, she liked diet coke.
he wore walmart, she wore designer labels. his friends said "not a
chance", her friends said "no way." when the rest of the world turned
their backs on them, they turned to each other.

summer is for breaking. pack nothing. leave without a note. follow your
internal compass. wear what you slept in. sleep in what you're wearing.
use SPF. listen to the ocean, but don't take its advice word for word.
insist on karaoke. display skin. attract a following. steal a heart. lost
track of time, live your life

you make my life stand still for a moment. you make this chaos stop
for only a second. you calm me down for as long as i need. and you
love me for me, no matter how hard that may be.

people have all sorts of scars in all sorts of unexpected places. like secret

roadmaps of their personal histories. diagrams of all their old wounds. most

of our wounds heal, leaving nothing behind but a scar. but some of them don't,

some wounds we carry with us everywhere and even though the cut's long gone,

the pain still lingers.

bitch? i'm a bitch? i stand up for myself and my beliefs. i stand up for those i love. i speak my mind, think my own thoughts and do things my way. i won't compromise what's in my heart, i live my life my way. i won't allow anyone to step on me, i refuse to tolerate injustice. it means i have the courage and strength to allow myself to be me. so try to stomp on, douse my inner flame, squash every ounce of beauty i hold within. you won't succeed, and if that makes me a bitch, so be it. i embrace the title and i'm proud to be a bitch.

Over thinking. It's my thing. I sit there over analyzing every little thing you said, how you said it. It all plays over & over in my head. Trying to put all the pieces together in my head. To figure out what the truth really is.

No matter what your relationship status is, everyone has somebody they’d marry tomorrow if asked by them today

It doesn’t matter how long you’ve known him. If he’s had you smiling since day one, don’t ever lose him.

So they'd lock themselves in the car and get lost in each other's eyes. They sang along with the radio. He'd whisper in her ear and she'd laugh at his silly jokes, even if they were pointless. He'd grab her hand and not let go. He had no idea how happy it made her. She'd rest her head on his shoulder; close her eyes, listening to their song as he kissed her forehead. She memorized the touch of his lips. She didn't want to leave anytime soon. And he'd give her his jacket when she was cold. It'd be 3 in the morning, but they would still be tangled up in each other. She knew he was something special. It was different how he moved her. Because when he told her, "goodnight" it felt like, "hello."

It wasn’t that long, & it certainly wasn’t the kind of kiss you see in movies these days, but it was wonderful in its own way, & all I can remember about the moment is that when our lips first touched, I knew the memory would last.

There will always be the girls you can't believe you were once friends with; the boys you can't believe you kissed & the one boy you can't believe you ever lived without.

Being together is more then just sex and making out.
It's about understanding the other person. Being there for them,
talking for hours; making each others' dreams come true,
being in love and not needing anything to keep it worthwhile.

So basically, I'm gonna go all 3rd grader on your ass and double-dog-dare you to fall in love with me.