They’re only around when they need something.
– True story about a nice little family back in Cranston. :]
“Your kisses lift me higher
Like the sweet song of a choir
You light my morning sky
With burning love.”
Elvis Presley
The king has a whole new meaning to me.
Butter on a summer day
When she’s around
I was on the tracks
When the gates came down
When suddenly I recognized
Those bloodshot rearview mirror eyes as mine
And I heard that whistle call my name
And I almost drove away
But Megan I had a feeling that you would be on that train
So I just waited there for youBayside.
You can’t be sad forever.
So drink it up and live it up.
I’ve learned that everything happens for a reason.. and you know what everything ends for a reason. I can’t wait to see what happens farther along this path. 
but for now im gonna get shwastedddddd with jack :]
One thing about life is:
You never know what’s going to happen to you. Madonna says it best:
“Life is a Mystery, Everyone must stand alone..”
I am in a really poetic mood right now so I think I’m just going to make a poem up on the spot:
There lies my body on the cold metal plate,
I can see it from my point of view,
Eyes shut, mouth closed, lifeless as it seems,
But I know I’m in there somewhere..
I’m outside of my world looking in,
Staring at that soul I once considered mine,
It was once filled with passion and endless joy,
And now it looks like a cold, dark, pointless catacomb..
But underneath the heavy layer of nothingness,
I know the real me is trying to escape,
Attempting to claw itself out of asphyxiation,
To spark the passion that kept my blood flowing..
The blood will bring color, a heartbeat, and life,
And to follow the pattern a deep relaxed breath,
So I can open my eyes and see the wonders,
Of everything the dark buried underneath its surface…
It’s pretty horrible. BUT that’s how I feel a lot… Like I’m outside looking in at myself. I don’t understand why I feel this way so often.. but it is VERY confusing and overwhelming. I want to know how this happens.. the outer body experience. I was talking about how I don’t even remember half of my actions when I get manic bipolar. It sucks so bad to not remember or even really be able to control some of the things I do.. and it’s really stupid. I feel like an idiot when I realize I probably was acting like a douchebag because I can’t control my hyperness when I am manic. It is all good though, I cannot change who I am, nor can I [[or could I ever have]] chose to be this way… it was fate.. a terrible fate.. BUT nonetheless, fate that I am mentally ill..
UGH.
