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Everyone I miss on a daily basis fill every single notebook I've ever owned. And I miss some more than I do others. Loneliness is just something I can't outgrow. And pain and shame are too close of rhymes for me not to use them all the time. Another song where I complain and whine. Self loathing and introspection lazily combined. Well my songs are too short or they're too long. No matter what I do it always comes out wrong. I haven't said enough or I've said too much. I've said this all before and such is such. I hate these stupid songs that I sing. And one day soon you'll all see what I mean. And as to why I still sing them I don't have a clue. I fucking hate myself and you should hate me too.

when i was a kid i was excited as can be. the world was my oyster i could do anything. i think that was due to my uncertainty because the more i figure out who i happen to be i get more stressed and i get more depressed and i lose more and more hours of rest. and i always feel like i'm an unwelcome guest on the surface of the earth's chest. so i write suicide notes and put them over chords and call them songs. and i'm starting to hate the things i once adored so why do i bother at all? but there is not enough time to feel stressed and depressed and be filled with self-hate. i need to start making my life better and eventually great.

If I’m freaking out over nothing then why am I so stressed? If there is really nothing wrong then why am I depressed? Maybe it’s something in the air. Maybe it’s just bad luck. Maybe it’s my lack of prayer. Maybe this is growing up. I just feel so worthless every single night and day. And I’m sorry you’re well-intentioned but I’m just a teenage cliché. Stop convincing me I’m crazy and hear what I have to say. And I don’t mean to complain but everything’s not okay

f5 f5 I hit that key all the time. I'm wasting my life but hey that's just fine. And it seems with each upcoming night I grow more and more hateful of the sunlight. I'm scared at the thought of going outside and I'm the last person who can tell you why I suck at hellos and I suck at goodbyes and I'm consistently trying my hardest just to get by. I care that I don't care about everything when I sit alone in my room doing absolutely nothing. And I shouldn't let it get to me. But I have nothing else to do besides just sit around and sing.

let me play the piano so you can sing the words that you know. please forget the words that they wrote. they had it all wrong. let me watch as your hair grows even if it's for a second or so, then i'll run to the bathroom and then go and then i'll be gone. but you said that i need to write down reasons i care it's raining in this town. "the wet concrete that became the ground will miss you." it's too late at night or too early in the day. i'm in fight or flight from everything that had decided to stay. my anxieties have anxieties. but i'm just one of some sort of society avoiding sobriety, i'm just a consumer and an addict and an unfortunately appreciated gesture. i'm alone all the time because i don't know how to say goodbye. who what where how and why: am i when i'm alone all the time?

my dad's 60 with a life expectancy of 80. and he probably has less time left than that. because hearts can't beat forever. that's what keeps this world together. universally, impermanence is fact. because even stars will die sometime both in magazines and past cloudy skies. and even though i'm going to die i'm still so glad that i'm alive because you can't have hellos without goodbyes. my dog's 10 with a life expectancy of 11. and she isn't sure what's yet to come. and pretty soon she's going to leave. it's too late to help and too soon to grieve. and it's sad to know what we'll all soon become. but an amount of life to live has some amount of love to give. and i'm afraid that i keep wasting it. i'm wasting it.

I can see it all. I see my future falling down. I can see right though the walls of our comfortable hometown. I can see you in the sky and I can feel you in the clouds. And I can smell you in the wind and in the air that's all around. And I can make out your voice on the loudest of crowds. You speed up my heart but you also calm me down. You are more magnificent than any known noun and to hear you sleep and breathe is the most comforting sound. And I know that you don't care if I ever know. With your voice on the phone or the smell of your cologne, the thought of you on it's own makes me feel at home.

The end is nigh but the beginning is upon us. So let's lie on the grass and watch the stars while they watch us and watch earth and time collide but to me that's fine if you're by my side. We can talk of everything that we've ever known. What's behind the stars, who we really are and how much we've grown and our personal philosophies and how they mean the world to me. Let's forget the world and all who inhabit it and drain our minds to a point where we seem fit. We can get lost at a utopian sea where we're riding a boat made of how great we're feeling. But I doubt that will happen due to the fact that I'm afraid of how you'd react if you knew just how much I miss you.

When we're together I don't wanna be apart. But I'm afraid I'm overbearing from following my own heart. Whenever you are here it's like there's oxygen back in the atmosphere. And I start shaking at the knees when we talk about our dreams. And with my lack of self esteem does this sound as stupid as it seems, but won't you hold my hand? I'm too self aware, too focused on my despair. If you have sometime to spare our place can be anywhere.

I have no idea why, but I can't get this scent out of my nose. It smells like my old friend's uncle's swimming pool. The one I used to visit those years ago. But I don't go there anymore because I don't have the same friends I did before. I was always bad at making amends and I'm always wrong at predicting lifelong friends. (I'm a shitty friend) (I hope I'm not wrong about you.)

i'm alone again and who would have thought that i am still the kid everyone left and forgot? but at least my bed is comfortable so i guess that i am too. i'll wrap myself up in blankets and in thoughts made of you. and things could get so much better and so much worse. and i guess i'll see which one comes first. but for now i only know it hurts. please don't look at me like that, like you know me as a fact. because i am more than the kid who just sits in the back. whose voice is never heard; who never speaks a word. because i am more than the fact that i'm so insecure. you don't know me at all. you're a friend that never calls making small talk so small. we're not different, just tall. if there's one thing i've learned in the books i have read, if there's something left to say than it's better left unsaid.