It's that Song from Rent you know?
"Seasons of love"
"In Day lights, In Sunsets, In Inches in Cups of Coffee? How do you measure the moments of a life?"
Blah,I hate when I feel Like this. It's for sure a cruddy feeling. I just kinda wanna cry and sit in a corner but it just makes that worst to do that you know?
"Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes."
And I spend them thinking of things I don't have or never will.
About the future that will never come because today is tomorrow before you know it.
What do you do?
When your taught to "Look towards the future."
How do you measure your worth when you have nothing to compare it to?
Do I love enough?
Do I do enough?
Am I a cope out?
Do I do too much?
Do people not take me seriously?
Do I do what I do with a reason?
Does everything need a reason?
I want to celebrate. I want to be above myself and my own pitiful wonderings. But how does one get above themselves?
Merrrr......I need to just simply chill and be myself but I'm having a problem of " Do I like who I am? I know who I am....But am I happy with that?"
"There's no day but today"
"I can't control my Destiny."
"Will I wake tomorrow from this nightmare?"
"Without you.......I have nothing...Without me...There is nothing. I have nothing but you to lean on and nothing but myself to blame. I'll die without you and I'll die without myself."
