LoLomp

writingthesewords. creativity. i have shiny happy fits of rage described by moldy peaches on a summer day. my spastic outbreaks make me who i am. my time is now and ive never had a wider smile set across my face. i crave that high, grasping on to the levels of satisfaction of a substance ill never use. it seems the best kind of fun comes unexpected. im easy to know, yet easily forgotten. i wanna be in love someday with you. forgive me of my past and ill forgive you yours. i always know what to say to make a situation most awkward. thats life for me. i laugh it off. nothing is to be serious. writing is my drug of choice, it fills my veins and each word is a new high. "Christ is all that matters" said my dying grandfather, some final words to guide my life. this life is a book of many chapters. ive just barely broke the seal. have a real coversation with comfortable silences. thats when you know its right. ill be the most loving acquaintance you'll ever meet. my perception of myself is twisted, trusting others words has never been my strong point. i accept you for you, but dont bring your bad habits into my world. quitting you is the hardest thing ive ever done, but the best to make me stronger. music is felt from inside and it beats in me daily, playing on repeat. im hesitant to change, but it seems these days im soaking it in. words are constantly going through my mind i cant help but express them in such a way to you. this is most likely the longest thing you havent read today. friday nights at 9 on NBC. to be continued...