10/10 I decided to pick up my life.
I cleaned out my desk, the root of all my messes. I’ve made a list, made some new friends along the way. I guess everything must end.
wrote my script, It’s about me. The holes in my heart, the ambition to own other people’s heart. I shone under other people’s eyes, you said, but what are you without their watch?
I don’t know.
The scariest thing is, I could no longer tell alone and lonely apart. I’ve grown needy. I am not needy.
I decided to watch movies, swim, run, ride, drink. with myself.
I left my headphones back home. I liked being alone.
I liked moving forward with on my own. I can, I will.
So I brought the guitar back to dorm, I liked the way it looked behind me, the way my blonde hair, my loose jeans and oversized shirt matched with it. I’m an artist, I’m about to fly.
Lovers or not, I need this angel by my side, singing.