Has it really been almost a year since I took the time to write on this thing?
Sometimes I get more and more caught up in the little things that I don't take the time to stop and think.
It's like the words to my musics is not at the right tune,
Like I'll just let another day go by and feel something, something new and exciting that will lift my so called curiousness.
Some days I feel like messaging you and telling you to just come get me.
I want you to just take me away from here, live life without these worries that are associated with these fears of not knowing where I'm going.
Everyone goes through these feeling, but I feel like no one seems to understand exactly what I'm feeling. But that's exactly how everyone feels. Right?
I don't open up and say what's on my mind to anyone anymore, which is kind of odd.
When I see my brother, he gets the deepest insights into my head.
Which are the normal ramblings of a 16 year old.
I don't know, i don't know, perhaps I just wish that things had turned out differently.
That my mom didn't change how she was, that she didn't yell at me for the stupid little things. She lets her emotions get in the way of her thoughts, which is never good.
I feel like i'm living a lie. I don't say what I'm feeling, and when I do I feel misplaced and out of this "normal society" behavior which I'm forced to endure at school.
I hate being called weird for having these thoughts and fascinations for things people take for granted.
I miss you. I'm not even really sure how much because I'm so NOT used to you being around.
I just miss how you smell. So bad.
Taking the days in stride, what have I learned in the year that's passed?
I didn't take enough moments to stop and think, which, now that my birthday is coming, will be my "new years resolution".
Take the time to smell the roses, cliche as that sounds.