(Source: defeating, via runningwolves)

(Source: seastrawberry, via runningwolves)

(via runningwolves)

I hate essays.

As the wind tugs against me,

my hair gently caresses my face

trying to make the pain lessen.

I stand upon the cliff top

watching them fade away

on the marvelous ocean of blue

in their wooden ships.

As they get smaller

my pain grows larger.

Will they ever return? Or

will I forever stay alone.

I thought of the first two lines randomly, I guess it could interpret how I feel with friends. I don’t really know. Sorry. This is terribly rough but I don’t know I like it.

This has happened to me with a few people, and it really makes me feel like shit.

I’m tired of everyone expecting such high things from me, my school, my parents my friends and myself included. I just want to be carefree and lost in my own world. I want to run a muck and just be slap happy. Even if I appear obnoxious I won’t be aware of it, I’ll be happy enough to scream at the top of my lungs “I don’t Give a Fuck”. I want to make all my dreams come true and just be free.