Red, White, Black&Blue

Wishing that other people knew they were pretty makes me wonder if other people think that about me. Yeah yeah yeah. i know. i knowiknowiknow. but like that. you know? I don't think I'm making much sense.

All I know is that yesterday was success. Yesterday was a beautiful and wonderful ending. but the thing is, the end is never the end. you can try for clean starts, but the past is always with you. They say that you're a whole new you, new bones and skin and blood every seven years. but then why do we still feel like the same ol' shmuck? cause there's no such thing as a fresh start. you can't just wake up and forget all the regrets and bad habits. it's not like that.

I'm in love. but not like that. I skipped the gooshy lovely happy part and went right to the loving so much it hurts part. maybe it isn't love. maybe it's addiction.

it's funny how the minutes turn into hours into days into weeks into months into years into lifetimes. how cliche. but before i know it i'll be looking back on right now. and now. and now.

nothing's wrong. i'm just being stupid. like always. and blahblahblah. seriously. I have no story to tell. I'm fine. good. okay?