Stubborn Love It's better to feel pain than nothing at all.

I Write... I write to write, not for followers. You should have followers because they like you. Not because you asked them to. I don't care for followers. They don't matter. Honestly. For example I made a tumblr a while ago. I followed no one. I just wrote and took pictures. Some how after a little bit I ended up with 9 followers after 2 or 3 months which is great for someone who didn't tell anyone that they made one or followed people expecting a follow back. I don't ask because when someone does follow you, you know it's because they like you and that feels really good. A complete stranger follows you because they like you. It's enough for me. Is it for you?

Night After Night I walk these halls Frightened Anyone could be in here I wouldn't even know it People could be watching me I could be murdered But nothing ever happens I just scare myself One day ill kill myself One day the persistent anxiety will get to me and get to me good I yearn for naïveté I would be less afraid of Everything When you're young You know little You're fearless I want to be fearless But nothing every happens, I'm always safe and sound But I want something to happen, I want to experience everything I yearn for naïveté But also for wisdom Mother says to never fear Because God is with me But really, the only thing to fear Is my imagination God can't protect me from myself Night after night I imagine Horrible, terrible things My memory like an elephants Replaying previous sights The anxiety I would never wish that upon anyone The anxiety Night after night

Sleeping Sickness I awoke only to find my lungs empty. And through the night, so it seems I'm not breathing. And now my dreams, are nothing like they were meant to be. And I'm breaking down, I think I'm breaking down. And I'm afraid to sleep because of what haunts me. Such as: living with the uncertainty that ill never find the words to say which would completely explain just how I breaking down. Someone come and someone come and save my #life. Maybe I'll sleep when I am dead but now it's like the night is taking sides. And all the worries that occupy the back of my mind, could it be this misery will suffice. - City and Color

Opuss, Oh Opuss Opuss, oh Opuss I am glad I have found you! Opuss, oh Opuss So many wonderful things to do! Writes stories and jokes And #poems and more! So many possibilities! What more can I ask for?! That was a rhyme within a rhyme, within a rhyme... Anyway... My time here will be Productive and fun. Spending my time Typing until the rise of the sun. I salute you I have found what I want and need Opuss, oh Opuss My mind, and others, you will feed... ...you will feed us happiness...