A little something something
-Where do I look?
It can be awkward making eye contact and equally as un-nerving avoiding it all together.
I want to look deep into your eyes and not let go of my gaze because I stinking love your eyes and your good looks...
-Socializing is necessary and when there is real friendship; depth and understanding, it can be as beautiful as any sunset.
On the other hand most rooms and the majority of people are strangers and are too strange, too far removed or simply too normal for me. I am sure they are good people. It’s not them, it’s me. I guess I am a jerk with a good heart.
-Self-improvement is a carousel that just keeps going around and around, not going anywhere. Well, at least that is what it feels like.
It is crucial to let go of bitterness, jealousy and to simply love others without judgment, but it feels like a never ending dog fight. I forgive one moment and the next I am pissed about something new. I am constantly reminding myself that there isn’t an ugly person on this planet. Yet, I think buddy walking toward me looks stupid.
-I don’t care about the way I look. But, I do.
I am growing a mustache for no particular reason. It turns off the ladies, but since when do I care. Or should I? Ha ha, probably.
-I lack the motivation to be as successful as the competition. I resent the rat-race. I resent that I am un-attractive unless I have a career or am motivated to be successful.
Though, part of me does want to be popular, loved and appreciated by the masses. I am aware that it is an unhealthy desire. This isn’t important, yet, I still want it.
-I like to write and take pictures and even paint. But, I don’t do much of it. I guess I am lazy. I do other things that feel good, that are easier. Like listen to music..take a nap and hang out with Tim and Jesse.
-I am not really much of a Christian. My faith is weak. I can’t say I love him, though I should.
I am thankful for my blessings. Yet, I am also cynical and questioning of things. I don’t fit in to church. I won’t give up on Jesus, though. Probably never will.
-I aint no psychic..or prophet. I can’t see my destiny or my calling.
Maybe destiny is to be happy and treat others well. I don’t share the gospel.. it seems few people want to hear it. Others have the right to live their lives how they want and I don’t have the right to tell them how to live it.
It can be awkward making eye contact and equally as un-nerving avoiding it all together.
I want to look deep into your eyes and not let go of my gaze because I stinking love your eyes and your good looks...
-Socializing is necessary and when there is real friendship; depth and understanding, it can be as beautiful as any sunset.
On the other hand most rooms and the majority of people are strangers and are too strange, too far removed or simply too normal for me. I am sure they are good people. It’s not them, it’s me. I guess I am a jerk with a good heart.
-Self-improvement is a carousel that just keeps going around and around, not going anywhere. Well, at least that is what it feels like.
It is crucial to let go of bitterness, jealousy and to simply love others without judgment, but it feels like a never ending dog fight. I forgive one moment and the next I am pissed about something new. I am constantly reminding myself that there isn’t an ugly person on this planet. Yet, I think buddy walking toward me looks stupid.
-I don’t care about the way I look. But, I do.
I am growing a mustache for no particular reason. It turns off the ladies, but since when do I care. Or should I? Ha ha, probably.
-I lack the motivation to be as successful as the competition. I resent the rat-race. I resent that I am un-attractive unless I have a career or am motivated to be successful.
Though, part of me does want to be popular, loved and appreciated by the masses. I am aware that it is an unhealthy desire. This isn’t important, yet, I still want it.
-I like to write and take pictures and even paint. But, I don’t do much of it. I guess I am lazy. I do other things that feel good, that are easier. Like listen to music..take a nap and hang out with Tim and Jesse.
-I am not really much of a Christian. My faith is weak. I can’t say I love him, though I should.
I am thankful for my blessings. Yet, I am also cynical and questioning of things. I don’t fit in to church. I won’t give up on Jesus, though. Probably never will.
-I aint no psychic..or prophet. I can’t see my destiny or my calling.
Maybe destiny is to be happy and treat others well. I don’t share the gospel.. it seems few people want to hear it. Others have the right to live their lives how they want and I don’t have the right to tell them how to live it.
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