Hello I am a happy person I smile at people all the time and try to make people happy But not everyone is the same And that's a bit poo But you gotta just get on and spend time with people who can make you as happy as you try and make those other people Cuz otherwise it gets a bit sad cuz you are always disappointed when people don't smile back The end

Viscous Cycle Another year. I can feel it again. In the silence I hear myself crying. But no voice is heard. Tonight it just feels like another night. Any old night. But the reminder of what's in the absence, is burning my heart. I'm slowly self harming, starting with emotionally. Don't know where it could lead. The love that I used to know, even from the most high seems so far away. Is it to much to ask, to much to want. I just want to be ressured that it's not me. That i am normal. But without petition. All I want is to hear a broken heart for mine of its own accord. A genuine, petition of love. But that wishful thinking is what sickens me. The selfishness. Who am I. And again with the self harming. It's a viscous cycle. I just want to be pulled out without asking for it . Why?

Thousands If a dream should ever fall and break into a thousand pieces, never be afraid to pick one of those pieces up and begin again.

It Always Is I can feel trepidation overwhelming me once again at the thought of a new beginning. New starts. New beginnings are in the edge of extreme in there portrayals. There either beautifully easy or terribly painful. All along I've been wishing for this to happen, but now that it is it feels as if I have frozen in mid movement. Because it far easier to say something than carry it out. It always is.

Unknown Voyage Whoever starts out towards the unknown must consent to venture alone