it's these few long hours that make me what i am

....backspace.
again and again and again
this happens everytime i come on here
what am i even trying to live up to?
probably my past.

i'm not quite sure of who i've become
or what i've become?
i keep losing myself
and finding myself in different places,
states of mind, insane amounts of joy and sorrow,
and i can't seem to get it all back together in one piece
i'm in a million little pieces
scattered
and strung together so delicately

but i always forget
we all lose ourselves
we are all broken
and we are all completely made of flaws
some consider this a bad thing
but to me, it makes life a little more thrilling


no matter how much i might deny it,
i like being imperfect
i like the freckle dead on inbetween my eyes,
and my awkward-ness, if thats a word?
i like the scar on my face that people mistake for a dimple
and i obviously like this song,
cause i think i'm on play number thirteen

i've realized that bad moods and regret
are just a solid waste of my time,
nothing ever turns out as planned,
and although change happens,
in people and everything imaginable,
some feelings stay the same.
but what i've realized the most,
is that alot of people are just heartless, mindless,
and lack passion, life,
and the things that i love most.

they're missing out.
i need to find more people that think the way i do.