downwithsilence
I feel as if my mouth is wrought with drought, dry and empty of the words it will never say. Stiff with the kisses it will never plant. Dumb with the smiles it will never share.
Did you ever notice how math problems have have set solutions? Which is weird. Because life isn't like that at all. And obviously mathematics and life are very different superficially, but are they really that different when you think about it?
Yeah, they probably are...
She puts forth her best effort. And yet she's left feeling like God hates her. And then she decides not to believe in Him because He sucks. And He does a lot of the time. Why do we blame both our shortcomings and our success on Him instead of on Ourselves? Why should He be the only one to receive a capital letter?
I wasn't meant to be put in charge so it really sucks when I am. I'm a follower. I'm that one sheep that follows what all the other sheep are doing but hates it. I fucking hate following but it's what I do. It's what I am.
I was raised as a girl. Obviously, because I am one. But not only gender/sex-wise (whatever the correct word use is). I was raised to wear dresses and paint my nails sparkly colors. I was raised to paint my lashes and to wish my chest was bigger. It's weird though. Because I was raised that way, but I don't want any of that at all.
Since we're telling each other the truth, I might as well tell you that I like you. I like you so much I want to ride bikes with you and I want to ride my bike slowly so that we can talk and I never want to do that because I like to ride fast. But with you I would ride slow. And hopefully you would ride slow even though you like to feel the wind blowing in your face too. I really think we would have a lovely time.