Enough is a enough

There is no need for a photo of unsolved unreason depression?

I adore how this blog doesn't acompany a romantic kiss,

an out of control party. It's just complaining of how my

dull life isn't ending up in some book, or a True Hollywood Story

on the E! Channel. It's complaing of what I should be doing in real life.

I should be jumping out of cars, eating bizzare food with Andrew,

or even checking out the same looking "sexy" beaches with Bridget.

I'm living in a fantasy. I'm taking personal days to take

trips in my mind. Then out of the heart and anger of the world

needing me and my hopeless actions and tuggs me back to reality

where I'm always, always disappointed.

I couldn't, I can't, maybe?

Those three simple (strong) words that adds and equals

no success in the following ways.

Also leading to the disappointment of where I'm "suppose"

to be in my life? WHAT!

Sounds exciting? Or down right depressing? Either way.

I manage to get by and obviously find something else

to get crazy about and of course over dream.

Same words, same feelings. Nothings changed.

Well expect my love life. ( Which is amazing and unreal at times)

But in all honesty, loves doesn't solve depression, weakness,

and overwhelming stress and worries. It just solves the simple fact,

you aren't alone, right?

"Love doesn't solve your troubles. Just solves your lonelyness"

Pt 2

It's the beauty of those who weren't there.

Of course your face was pressed against his face.

Those words spilled through those hungry lips.

Causing my ears to ring loudly between planes

roaring in the sky.

The spring step in his walk.

The caused reaction in the peace when his lips part.

Therefore I am weak and athirst.

Animalistic? I'm growing into some short of

sex monster. I always and will want him.

Deep, heavy breathing, attacking, gripping,

huggin', struggling, kissing, licking, sucking.

In all, it's making "love" or what?

Baby, V-necks are my concepts.

It's believable I could be re-acting someone elses

thoughts of having some short of a "fashion style"

Excitment over the reasons of being what I want to

be in life. Changing things one at a time.

"Silly boy, the only way to her heart ..?"

xxx

Pt 1

It could be a good start for a cover story.
Or maybe the fact that I am discovering a lot about
me and who I've become as a person.
Life has been a bit bonkers.

Selling my car, prom, dancing, always with her, walking,
waking up early, speechless, talkative, old stories, remembering,
waiting, loading, wishing, UPS OBBESSION, clothing lines, asking,
answering, facebook, cold, starbucks, warm, cold, kissies,
cuddling, washing, brushing, Rufus, small, v-necks,
fashion, fashion magazines, the lookbook, ashlee elaine,
vintageowl, sleepless nights, no money, endless amounts of smoking,
working, hating, crying, depression, worrying, and concerned.




I keep bailing on the most important goals
I set for myself. Or am I just setting some short of existence
to show others that I'm enhanced than I'm really am.
I've misplaced seven or maybe three lighter's.
One which a former employee that no longer even works with us.
I intimate that I am leading the pack.
When it's the other way around.



"Curse those who believe in what's not real. In order to have something
in set goal to look forward to"
xx