I have a problem.

I want a creative outlet,
something I know how to do.
I can't paint a picture, cause I cannot even make the sky the right blue.
Maybe I could take up music, maybe if I could actually sing.
How about video games, Destruction I shall bring!!
No, that is too lame and mainstream.
People don't seem to understand my humor, for sometimes it is crude.
I guess I am just a pervert then, for I do not mean to be rude.
Maybe, no. Nevermind.
Has everyone else found their talent? I feel so far behind.

It's nice that you're awake with me

I guess that is all I can think of to say, even though my brain feels like it's swimming full of a million thoughts at once, it feel empty.
Tiredness?

Eh.

#sorrynotsorry

I have my up and down days, but I have been in the low ones. I lived there for awhile, and almost did not make it out. So, is it wrong to feel happy when others around are suffering?
I just wanna be happy, and now I am actually. A lot more. Sure, some days are bad, but that is life. Yet, that is not my life anymore.

Equilibrium

I want that with my emotions.

Blank.

I'm doing it again, and it is not a good thing. But, the weird dreams are reoccurring, and I wish I knew what they meant.
I keep telling myself there are worse things I could do, and there are, but I need to stop this all. I still have time make it, and I keep telling myself I should, but I just don't want to. I just want to sit here, looking at this screen, typing this blog. I feel like I have a bad case of senioritis, and I am a freshman. Pathetic.
I just need like fifty vials of motivation.

I've grown too strong to ever fall back in your arms

I'm unhappy.

2011... 2012?

I wish I could begin to remember what all happened in 2011; all I know it that is seems like it went in a blink of an eye, so it shouldn't be too hard to remember, right?
However, I don't feel like I had a big 'POP' for 2011.
Graduation? Starting college? Roscoe. I guess. But, that was all kind of planned out.
So, should I be happy I stuck with what I said I would do, or kick myself in the ass for not doing something more, well, spectacular.
I guess I am not sure how to feel.
Maybe a couple of drinks will help. Speaking of, where is my alcohol?
But all things aside, I know other people have had a worse year than me. If I can't even remember what happened, it has to not be important.
Here is to 2012, not dying in some predicted event, and writing another blog next year, actually happy with what I did, or did not, accomplish.