this is the way they'd love if they knew how misery loved me

I'll keep writing these letters
Scripts of real life movies that will never be made
As she bribes me with a kiss
Yeah, on the cheek, and the angel on her back turns a blind eye
I know I sure don't mind


The lack of real updates here is disturbing, but there really truly isn't much to say.
Maybe it's because, even here, in the most anonymous of places, I'm sometimes afraid of opening up too much. Hell, I don't even like to come clean with myself most of the time.

I lack direction
I lack motivation
I have too much patience
But not enough to try and find the motivation I need

I infatuate too easily
I lack the courage to stand up for said infatuations
I am far too shy
I am sometimes too nice for my own good
And at the same time, I can be beyond apathetic to anything and everything around me

I'm a dreamer, but I don't know what my ultimate dream is yet
I'm afraid of ending up alone, even though I recognize that having a significant other isn't the be all, end all of happiness
I sometimes feel like time is running out, but on what I'm not sure
I believe that I am average in pretty much every way imaginable, and I'm ok with that

I don't let the little things, and a lot of the times, the big things get me down
I also don't let the good things get me too high, because coming down can be a bitch


Anyways, diet dr pepper cherry vanilla tastes like cherry coke, only diet-y.