I’m always in love with running, but there’s something more freeing in being out there while it’s raining.

The money I’ve spent on buying my own car could have been spent on plane tickets to other countries.


Like, really.
Think about all the shit you buy and the places you haven’t been to.

Patience is hard and humbling.

It doesn’t make sense how much I try to avoid your lips when I catch myself thinking about kissing you so much.

What am I doing…
What are we doing…

I hate these feelings. They are confusing and I don’t want to deal with them.

The things I’ve believed in don’t feel the same anymore.

Maybe we just are…..

I would really like someone to come into my life and inspire the shit out of me. Maybe, I’d be as creative as I want to be, as I used to be. Maybe, I’d sing again. Maybe, I’d draw more. 


Maybe.  

I’ve made up my mind that you don’t get to hold my hand or dance or fall asleep with me again. You don’t deserve my affection, because you don’t know how to handle another persons heart. And when you want this later like I want this now, it’s going to be over for me and I’m not going to apologize for not waiting.

I want off of these meds, so I can go out and run. This is really depressing.

When I don’t run. It’s basically all I think about and all I want to do. This sucks.