Just felt the need to vent a little. This will most likely go unnoticed. And the truth is, I’m scared of you. I’ve never felt so drawn to another person, so much that it’s impossible to keep my distance and I’m scared that you don’t feel the same way. I have been through hell and back. I’ve learned exactly what i want and don’t want. You seem perfect for me in your imperfections.

What I’m most afraid of is that feeling. The feeling of being alone; of being lost. That feeling when you have absolutely no idea what’s going on inside of you. When you have no idea what’s coming next or where you’re going. When you feel lost while you’re just sitting in your room. When you’re just completely empty inside and you can actually feel it. When i am with you, which is rarely, i am at ease. All the noise that haunts me is silent. I enjoy the nights spent drinking beer and listening to your talent unravel. I’m no stranger to feeling nothing for someone and maybe that’s how you view me. That’s ok. I just can’t help but feel this way.

Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over
But had me believing it was always something that I’d done
And I don’t wanna live that way
Reading into every word you say
You said that you could let it go
And I wouldn’t catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know

But you didn’t have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened
And to know we were nothing
And I don’t even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger
And that feels so rough
You didn’t have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records
And then change your number
I guess that I don’t need that though
Now you’re just somebody that I used to know

mykindafairytalee:

“I would rather be ashes than dust. I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry rot. I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet. The proper function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them. I shall use my time.”

Author: Jack London

(Source: Mykindafairytalee)