My words spill out, like the words on a page.
My heart is breaking, through the net you can't seem to stop casting.
Just let me live, because babe, I've only got one and there's no time to be brought down.

Unclever in the writing style.

I hate judgment based off of looks.

Hoping tonight will go better than expected.

Need some creativity back in my life after finals have been completed.

worried nothing but a new cd will make my heart skip.

worried that he will never show up.

worried that ill be alone.

Something I noticed tonight thanks to Dave Melillo, is that artists tend to notice the smallest minute details and understand the significance of this. I am not just speaking of musicians but of any person that expresses themselves creatively.

I believe this is true. A simple detail can mean everything. You always tend to remember that small insignificant moment, which sometimes can be the memory that you're looking for to bring you back to that time.

The big picture gives you such a broad look.

Just my two cents.

Simple.

I love music. I love bands. I love this.

BU I'm home.

It's been a few months since I have blogged. I think it's time to rekindle my thoughts.

Happy is the best way to describe my move. Frightening, enlightening, and beautiful describes my first few months. I couldn't have picked a better place for growth, and I already see the changes.

One of these changes, is not always accepting what is being offered within my life. I constantly find myself questioning the results of my particular actions and what has happened within my own past. I've always loved solving puzzles. There's such a calming and awe inspiring way that you shake the puzzle up, toss it to the floor, and fit everything back together.

One of these questions that reoccurs prominently has been about relationships. I found as I questioned myself I discovered my fear of love. My fear of being hurt. My fear of not being good enough. My insecurity. But the more significant question here is why am I not taking risks? I have one life, and it might be bad sometimes but the beauty that comes after the bad parts is remarkable.

Through my move I have also learned of my passion, but that's quite possibly for the next post.

I'm back.

Officially moved out of my mother's house. I'm still not quite sure how I feel about that, but these are the time when you are running so fast the shock can't hit you until you stop. There will be no stopping anytime soon however.

I am so excited. Gah!

I am just going to let things flow as they are meant to, and just catch the wind and follow it.

<3

It's a peculiar feeling watching as you struggle to strengthen friendships before leaving, as one friend resists this. I do not understand why she is distancing herself from me. I have tried and tried to look back upon any mistakes on my part, and I can't find any correlation between the two. The only significant event is that I am moving to Boston, and if this is truly the reason I am utterly disappointed and hurt. I attempt to mend the broken ties, as she pulls them back. I'm not asking for peace anymore, rather answers. All I would like to know is why.

However, whilst I sit here and wait for the answer that seems to never present itself, I have grown a stronger bond between a friend I was meant to reconnect with. It's awe-inspiring how thing work out.

Boston is 24 days away now. I can't wait one more second! I am so excited to finally be on my own, and have already met some amazing people :]

I am lost.

I am frustrated.

I am excited.

I am here.

I am confused.

I am in love.

I am listening.

I am breathing.

I am doing.

I have no idea what to do with this, other than to let everything fall into place.

I just have to have faith.

I will.

I am.

moving out takes a lot of effort.

:P :]

but you find the most amazing things

and its a wonder how you can pick up an old toy and remember exactly what you were thinking when you first got it

this is all becoming way too real.

im really excited.

I have no words for today, other than it sucked.

One from misunderstanding.

Two my fault.

Three because someone is very insecure with certain issues.

Four really?

I do not know what is wrong with me. :( I am really upset, and I do not know why. I mean I am trying to figure it out and a few months ago I was super excited, and now I am loathing it. Confusion!!!

Maybe this moving thing is tripping me out. Wow.

Seven. Hopes, Dreams, Fears.

There is nothing more exciting, yet daunting about change. Change can be both an asset or a downfall. This change, can be either. As I constantly remind myself, this change is what you make of it. As high school has come to an end, I am preparing for college. My classes are scheduled, my books are waiting to be ordered, and I have begun clearing all my unnecessary items from my room. It's sensational how much a room can contain. This room has contained so many memories, both beautiful and painful. The papers that have become the lining in my drawers, are wrapped with an elementary mentality. The simplicity of each poem, each story, becomes ornate through the thoughts that wove together these pieces.

Dreaming that a bus turns into a plane, and shoots us off to rescue animals. Hoping that I would get to go swimming. Loving my family, even when they did not deserve it. These are all simplicities, that we seem to loose through our maturity. Through the pressures of appeasing those who we've always looked up to, to thinking we've realized that reality won't let us dream. That we have to conform to become worthy.

Truly, the world is not the brightest. Hope is faltering, and although fading quickly, I seem to find it in the most unlikely places. From the mind of my seven year old self, to the bands that blast from my speakers, speaking the truth that we are afraid to admit.

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Hope, love, and dreams are all that I need to remain with me, as I transition from my home in California, to the cramped dorms in Boston. These cramped dorms, although not in the least bit appealing, offer me a limitless space to dream. I can grow however I want there, and choose how I want my life to run. Truth is, I'm scared. I'm scared I won't make friends, that I won't find someone to love who feels the same, that I will fail. I know it will all work out, just the anticipation is driving me mad. I just wish someone was there to say it's going to be okay.

thinking about blogging again :]

should i or should i not?

prolly :]