Soul Meets Body.

I’ve been thinking about how I myself, as a person, has changed, I used to care about what people would say about me. But now I’ve come to realize people can say the worst things about you, really dire stuff, try and peer deep into your soul and take everything and make it the opposite and then maintain that as the truth.

But they can’t effect your ability to:
Earn
To love
To be loved
To have a good fucking day

Everyday we wake up to this world, we open it up and take in all this information relevant to us, everyone can get fucking lost in it. Following our little mouse trails.

I’ve spoke to countless people about things that other have said about me, that have upset me, and the same response I get is not “aw that’s shame” they’re like, “so?” Maybe I need to think that I’ve already won, after everything that’s happened to me, with the help from others, I’m still standing here with a cheeky smile on my face.

You hit that point where you’re fed up with all the bullshit and you’re like
I’d rather be getting stoned
Playing football
Dancing at the martell
Playing halo 3
Taking the dog for a walk
Have a cup of tea with big Linda!

I get it.

I know some people don’t like me, but so much of your life passes by when you try to sort these ties, now I’m like ‘delete’

Why bother? Life’s too fucking short :)

You wouldn’t let someone into your house who continually shat on your floor, eventually you get to the stage where you GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE, that’s the place where I’ve gotten to, people are going to make their own assumptions of me, bad assumptions, all I can do is know who I am and know what my motivations are.

You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last.
But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast.
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun,
Crying like a fire in the sun.
Look out the saints are comin’ through
And it’s all over now, Baby Blue.

Clouds

You called me crying

I was all the way across town

I know what I’m like

I don’t need no plaintiff to drag me down

Who are you to say what is wrong or right

You can’t even be truthful to yourself

You looked me in the eye

And you still fed me your little lies

The closer I got to you

The harder it got

Tell me!

Tell me how many times you felt you let me down

The countless time I waited for you, waited for you in vain

It made me think that you never cared

Did you ever?

Did you ever? I guess I’ll never know.

Part 1. vs Almost Done

Will it get any better?

Will I look back on this and smile?

I’m starting to think if it doesn’t kill me

It can only make me stronger

No one is ready for the stuff that life throws at us

Maybe that’s why it hurts to grow up

But as long as I have these people

I know it’ll be half a battle.

Can’t sleep.

You know when you can’t sleep because you have to much on your mind

thinking about what is going on in your life

thinking about it day and night

trying to figure out what is wrong and what is right

trying not to start a fight

wanting to go somewhere to have a good time

but you still can’t get those thoughts out of your mind

how do you spend and pass the time

do you just let it go and say goodbye or do you think about it until the day you die