It's hard to be the better man when you're still lying.

I wish this world wasn't so caught up in being so vain. I wish all of the mirrors would break and suddenly the bad luck wouldn't be such a worry anymore.
I wish people were friends for what's on the inside, not what they have to offer. I'd like to think that one day we'd all be surrounded by genuine friends with a genuine connection, not because of material things.
But that's just an insignificant hope isn't it?
I'm only a dreamer with their head stuck in the star littered skies.

Why does every moment have to be so hard?

You're growing up too fast for my liking.
Take it easy, learn from your mistakes.

It's okay if you fall; I learned the hard way.

I just hope you don't take everything too fast. Slow it down and see the beauty in everything, rather than scrambling for the top.
It's never over with you, just know I'll love you for your vices and your smiles; it's in my blood.

Currently on the wire.

Keep telling yourself to stay strong, to keep holding on.
Don't let go; you can do this for one more day.
Keep yourself together, it will all be okay.
Don't let the tears fall once more, don't let anyone see them.

I need someone, really need that one.

Nobody wants to, but everyone needs to come clean.

The nerves in my skin are on overdrive, my leg is fidgeting, and I seem to not know what to do with my hands. My breaths are uneven and the glint in my eye is showing the very process of my brain.

My eyes are closed and I can't seem to get my head above the water. My lungs seem to fill with more fluid each and every breath I take. I'll drown before I find my footing and capture my confidence that has spread though the water I'm submerged in.

I don't enjoy the feeling of being lost, the one of losing my grip on life, drowning.
Someone extend a hand and pull me up.

Are we getting closer or are we just getting more lost?

I'm all talk and no action, I have my ups and downs just like anyone else. Good days and bad, trials and tribulations, you name it I've got it.
I feel like a department store some days.
Over exaggerated, overstocked, overpriced, out of style.

Kids raised on the city's sounds.

I have too many dreams. Some are so big they're tearing at my seams; I'm ready to burst. Ten years from now when you see me walking down the road, remember my dreams, remember that they're still with me.
I haven't met a dream killer yet, someone introduce me to one. I need to get rid of some of these silly little ideas I have for my life, save myself from bursting.
Stitch me up the sides and wrap me in gauze. Maybe I'll find a way to stay in tact, find a way to keep these dreams inside.

Dreams hold a stronger control over you than you'd expect.
I'm not a kid but I still dream like one.

I had this all figured out.

The paper and pen rejected me, nice to know you all are still here.

The world's falling apart in my eyes, but you're all the super glue still holding it together, holding me together. Some days you need to show your true colours, some days you need to bottle it in. I'm the bottling type of person. Somehow you all manage to get it out of me, but I'm still holding back, couldn't tell you why.

I feel like the characters in every book could be me in one way or another. Either way you look at it, that character is fucked in one way or another, exactly how I feel most days. That all of their vices that manage to shine brighter than all things good. There never was anything special about me other than my problems. Even those are starting to sound played out now.

Je ne sais pas.

Journal filled.

Maybe I should keep my thoughts to myself. Maybe I don't need to burden any of you with my world. Maybe I shouldn't stray from what I know best.
I was never meant to be a poet, I was destined to a life of solitude. I wasn't supposed to find what I found.
I've found the love of a family. A family different from that of genetics, a family of the closest and the best, the ones I hold dear.

Maybe I should recruit a pad of paper and a simple pen to be my confidante from now on.