Maybe They Both Cried That Day

Do something worth dying for, something you love.


It's time to be a grown up. Live in a grown up world, do grown up things. Bull shit. Do what makes you happiest. What does your heart beat for? Whatever it is, follow it. I promise you it will lead you to where you want to be in life, to where the grass is greener. I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we'll never know most of them. But even if we don't have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. It’s funny how people get so worked up over the bad things in life, and they never realize just how wonderful the good things are.

I think I think too much. I worry over things that have yet to come, wasting time lingering over the future so much that I miss out on the joys of the present. I need to stop, I need to stop being this over-analytic, paranoid little girl; I need to start to be myself again. Because I'm sick of missing out on the joys of this life worrying over such nonsense - things that may not even ever happen.

Well you're not brave if you still keep the letters and you're not sane if you don't want to get better and you're not drunk if you can stay in your lane. It gets to the point where you might as well do what you want, you're going straight to hell anyway. I look at you and "motherfuckingassholeihopeyoufuckingdie" comes to my mind, not because I hate you, well maybe it is, I just don't know. I am utterly disgusted with the path you trek. As inebriated as you can get off your latest pay check. I am at a loss for words here. I hate to break it to you but being a coward is not a legitimate career.


I love that painting. All the reds and yellows are intersecting like city streets. Everything bounces--the colors, the angles. You almost feel as though you're in motion just by looking at it. That's how I feel when I'm with you. I want you to be a constant. The only magic I still believe in, is love. As we wake up in your room, your face is the first thing I see. The first time I've seen love, and the last I'll ever need. "I wish I knew what to say." I said. "Just love me" was his reply.

"I never play to win," is what she said and poured a little cocaine in my head. She's a fuckin' Picasso in bed. And I'll never fall in love again.'