Every time I close my eyes
It’s you and I know now
Who I am

Yea yea yea and I know now

There’s a place I go
When I’m alone
Do anything I want
Be anyone I wanna be
But it is us I see
And I cannot believe I’m fallin
That’s where I’m goin
Where are you goin
Hold it close won’t let this go

Dream catch me, yea
Dream catch me when I fall
Or else I won’t come back at all

You do so much
That you don’t know
It’s true
And I know now
Who I am

Yea yea yea
And I know now

There’s a place I go
When I’m alone
Do anything I want
Be anyone I wanna be
But it is us I see
And I cannot believe I’m fallin
That’s where I’m goin
Where are you goin
Hold it close won’t let this go

Dream catch me, yea
Dream catch me when I fall
Or else I won’t come back at all

See you as a mountain
A fountain of God
See you as as a descant soul
in the setting sun
You as the sound

I’m young
There’s a place I go
When I’m alone
Do anything I want
Be anyone I wanna be
But it is us I see
And I cannot believe I’m fallin

There’s a place I go
When I’m alone
Do anything I want
Be anyone I wanna be
But it is us I see
And I cannot believe I’m fallin
That’s where I’m goin
Where are you goin
Hold it close won’t let this go

Dream catch me, yea
Dream catch me when I fall
Or else I won’t come back at all

twat

I’ve decided i am new psychological disorder, in human form.

I’m trying to think of something nice and special to do for my 18th (other than the obvious party).

I cant think of anything. anything affordable anyhow.

on one hand i think “nuh, i dont desrve a special day alll about me, why the fuck would anyone want to do that”

but on the other “wow, i fucking deserve to be spoilt and suprised after what i do for everyone else.”

my perfect party just, wont, happen. due to expenses and i dont know any venues.

i dont know what i want to do everyone else knows me, so maybe they’d come up with some good ideas, but no.

obviously im not that special =(

*sits on the floor and drinks tea for her 18th*

A few worries, i like to write them down so I can look over them again and see what a fool I’ve been.

I’m pretty sure i should be able to trust a little more now, but the world seems to think otherwise.

I get randomly moody and emotional if i see a stupid film about love. Everything just leads back to the way i felt, and my hands sweat, my heart races, i want to cry, i go quiet, and I say “nuh, I’m fine”.

it happens innapropriatley. it happens suddenly. i have actually let ‘that’ go. but the feeling is still in my heart, that i can’t trust. that i’m gunna loose something here, and i’m gunna breakdown.

I’ve been a slave to my emotions for … 7 months now. i hate this me. everyone should hate this me. i just wish i could angrilly get rid of all that is pent up.

i hate women. i hate men.

i hate how men treat women like meat, i hate how women allow it.

the world sickens me, yet i am a part of this.

but i’m not like alll the women, i dont gorp at men on adverts. i found one man. i’ve never looked at another.

i hate feeling like this. typical woman venting in words.

i hate the fact i love him so much anytime he loooks/thinks/talks about another woman, i feel physically sick.

i want to take all females away from him, invade his computer and delete anything female that isnt me.

i just. cant. trust at the moment,

one day, i’ll find out whats wrong with me.