Get in line kid.

Ever been so happy you wanna lock yourself in you room, laughing and smiling.


Turn on every light in the house, screaming and jumping until you hit your head on the celling, but it doesn't hurt; be so full of happiness you feel like you're going to explode, and that you're never going to be unhappy.





No? Me neither.

Is there an exception?

"And I'm on my way to believing..."

-The only exception, Hayley Williams/Paramore





I was thinking about trust; and if it truly exist.

Everyone is bound to hurt you.

And everyone accepts this; I've accepted it, thus i will never trust, not completely.



As I strive to be, what I wish to see in everyone else, and therefore see in everyone else, what i wish to be. What does this say about me? I am just as untrustworthy as everyone else.



Everything I've every hated; I am.

Surely this cannont be true, can it?

Happiness...

It exist in a small red bubble.

Wrong side of the mirror?

Yes, that's right, i'm actually posting this...

(I wrote it and hate people reading my stuff)

I can see the crack,

It's a shatter in th glass,

So perfect, hidden in the dark,

Behind the shadow.

Yes, that's were it belongs,

Guess you knew all along,

Where it'd fit, behind the beauty,

Shinning to bright for it,

Yes, why would we doubt you,

Now I guess,

It's just a reflection in the shadows,

This is where i'm meant to be,

Aren't I?