Didn’t realize rift posted right to here as something happened…. L A M E
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I know there are times when I’ll swear I won’t let something happen & it will. Times when I’ll promise that the feelings I have won’t fade but they will. I also realize that I can’t control the outcomes of situations no matter how badly I want too. I’m not really sad about it though. You can’t bend the rules on life. There’s no exceptions, as angry as it used to make me.. I realize that life won’t wait. People don’t wait, at least not forever. You can try to fight it but it always ends the same. This all used to make me so mad to think about. Like the world was cruel and uncaring. I can’t really find the right words to describe my feelings now but if I could.. I’d say im more calm. Either that or I’ve grown colder in some of my realizations. I wish so badly that I could shape feelings and thoughts the way I’d like them to be… But I also don’t want to lie to myself about something that’s not right. I don’t know what I’m going to do. Give it a final shot I guess. I can’t really do much else. I find it just as hard to walk away as i do to lie to myself. I must be crazy but I hope this time has a different outcome.
Showercurtain: I earned this achievement: Victory: The Black Garden! #Rift
Showercurtain: I earned this achievement: First Blood! #Rift
Showercurtain: I was the first player on Freeholme to acquire Pugilist’s Bow of the Sinister #Rift
Showercurtain: I earned this achievement: Iron Tomb! #Rift
Showercurtain: I earned this achievement: Freemarch Warden! #Rift
Showercurtain: I earned this achievement: Undertaker! #Rift
Comma’s or GTFO
On nights like this, oh, on nights like this I’m awake for absolutely no reason. I creep, I crawl…. I destroy worlds in my mind & rebuild them for no purpose but to look pretty, as I often fail to do. I’d rather be outside… On my bike, stoned, with no place to go. I’ll end up falling asleep. Trying with all my might to write something cool or meaningful. All I seem to find when I sift through the shit that clutters my mind is just more shit. I hope one day I’ll find a gem, til then I’ll have bad grammar & keep being really, really full of myself.
High tide, low tide.
Always on my mind. You’re clawing & fighting your way deeper into my thoughts. I may as well not have eyes for as often as I see you inside my head, the outside world doesn’t matter to me. No thrills, no excitement. I feel dead inside & you take that away. It’s confusing.. For my head & my heart. Conflicting thoughts & emotions, there’s a storm churning inside of me. I’m walking & now I’m not alone. Nervous, unsure, but I’m going to give it a shot. High tide, low tide. Come what may I think it will be alright..
