ROFL

In all honesty,

fuck, i am just completely in love with him. And I'm happy.

The Way You Love Me

I have a bad day
I don't act right
Get up under your skin
I know it ain't right
How I ask you
To give up everything
Boy just stop what you're doin' and come and follow me around
Baby, thank you for the second chances
And everything you did to help advance at this
You put up with my shit
Help me to be my best
Boy you really got it goin' on

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Oh please just, let me please break down.

Sometimes I feel like I'm always trying to get better, but at the same time everything against me is getting worse.
I'm sick of being let down. I'm trying so hard to start fresh, but every time I create a new blank canvas for myself, it gets black paint splatter on it before I can even begin to paint a masterpiece.

I guess I have to just keep trucking along, trying to be better, smiling no matter what and learning from all the shitty experiences I go through. There really isn't another way, is there? It's not like I can just give up

In all honesty,

I feel like at one point in time I was the center puzzle piece in a jigsaw puzzle. Everyone that I loved and was close to fit around me perfectly. But just like all jigsaw puzzles, pieces get lost, torn, bent out of shape. I feel like a lot of the puzzle pieces around me are that way and we just don't fit together anymore.

Anyway, that's my analogy for the day. I'm gonna go get ready for Aida

Bright Eyes

So that is how I learned the lesson that everyone is alone. And your eyes must do some raining if you are ever going to grow. But when crying don't help and you can't compose yourself, it's best to compose a poem, an honest verse of longing or a simple song of hope. And that's why I'm singing, "Baby, don't worry, cause now I got your back. And every time you feel like crying, I'm gonna try and make you laugh. And if I can't, if it just hurts too bad, then we will wait for it to pass, and I will keep you company through those days so long and black. And we'll just keep working on the problem we know we'll never solve, of Love's uneven remainder, our lives are fractions of a whole."

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Is a risk really worth the love?