See, the thing is. The world revolves around the sun, right? And the moon revolves around the Earth? And the sun gets held in place with the universe. And all the sun is, is a star. It's immense, none the less. But it's still a star, and alas, it will burn out.
Lord, please keep my feet flat on the ground.
Everything that keeps us alive. Will burn out.
It's not what we want, it's inevitable.
People say they don't believe in fate, or destiny, or chance..
So by pure chance the sun will dissipate and the Earth will cease life section?
Un-fucking-likely.
But you see; There is such thing as fate - in a manner of speaking.
And destiny, as such.
Because things don't just happen.
Everything we do leads us to a point, a moment.
Every choice decides if we live or die. If we love or lose.
And you'll be there to pick up the pieces.
If this isn't fate or destiny - it sure as hell isn't chance.
Love. Isn't chance.
The people that make us the people that hate people that are only the way we hate them because of the people that influence them. Isn't chance.
There is no chance in trust.
Even when you take a chance within your trust.
Trust is strong. Forgiving.
We trust people everyday.
We trust the bus driver to get us home safely.
We trust that the air isn't toxic. We trust our safety when we walk into school gates. Those things are simple.
But sometimes we put our trust in bigger things, our faith in the bigger.
I put my faith in my friends.
I pray they know when I'm upset and help.
Sometimes they don't. And that brakes something.
I trusted you not to fall for me, to just be the one I had that wasn't everyone else.
Too late now.
But sometimes there's just one person we need to restore our faith in everything.
I'll never tell her she did it.
But I wish I'd mean more to her.
And let her know how much she means to me.
She fixes the hurt that no one else can, just because she listens.
And the fact she wishes for things I'm not to her. Hurt.
But I'll always be here.
Because, the truth is, I need her.
And she made everything that hurt over weeks past, feel better.
She makes me think she cares. And that's all I need.
Someone real who cares.
But, I trusted you.
I thought you cared about me.
You were a great friend. Were, being key word here.
You were nothing but honest. And I broke something.. I miss you.
But you've replaced me, almost. It hurts.
And we'll never get what ever fucked up friendship we had back.
I s'pose it's for the better?
I still liked when I could tell you everything. When you told me everything.
When you cared.
Cared. Past tense.
I miss you.
Match-makers in heaven only got a one track mind, so in our case I don't think they'd mind.
I think you'll forgive me. You shouldn't, but you will. Everyone will. And in the end, we'll be back to square one. And I'll always be doing the same things.
It's a circle, a mean cycle.
I don't want to leave any more, I haven't told anyone, really.
Not properly. I'm not going. I've made that choice for real. I let the plans fall through. I don't have a second chance - so this better be the right one.
Even if it's not; it's a road, and adventure, a trip.
Another beginning of a story. My ending's without begins.
There are gallows deep inside my lungs, that's where I hung ambition.
I washed my bed covers. That's all I did. And now, my bed feels so big, so empty. It's missing something. I hasn't smelt like you in a long time. But I could still feel you there. Now I don't know what I feel. And I can't sleep for the empty ache that rings in my ears.
She could make hell feel just like home.
"I like alot of things. But I only love a few. And I don't actually hate anything at all. I Just don't like some things. I do alot of things I shouldn't do, and not enough of things I should. But at the same time, I back out of alot of situations and suck up sometimes."
Oh yes, we are patient, patients.
