Your life, your friends, your happiness, your sadness. All part of the choices that YOU make, no one else. However, learning is just part of this. With each bad experience, they make one stronger.
There is no such thing as a complete person, no one is perfect. I am far from perfect; however i feel as if I'm practically ready. I've gone through too much sophomore year to not realize things about this world. From previous pains, to previous bliss, each moment had a reason, and happened because of a choice I made. Are there times where I wish i made different choices? Of course, but regrets can only make one stronger; to make one know to act differently next time around.
It seems as if each day brings back different past memories. From secrets kept, advice given, moments together; all of it seemed as if it happened yesterday. On Friday, I was at the Home Depot near the Recreational center. I looked across the street, only to see the rainy desereted meadow across my street. I stared, for a good minute, in the rain, practically tears in my eyes.
I couldn't keep this feeling to just roar and yell anymore. So, I yelled, a loud roar.
How weird, I've really been into rock songs recently. They just somehow explain me, and the loud noise sort of calms my chaotic state of mind. Not that I hate R&B and my previous songs now of course. But I guess my feelings are just in the mood for rock songs.
My favorite lyrics? From the song Last Train Home by Lost Prophets. Also, these lyrics have great meaning in them as well. I love these lyrics.
She told me that it's all a part of the choices that your making
Even when you think you're right
Even when you think you're right
Also, these lyrics have great meaning in them as well.
Maybe I'll never see you smile again
Maybe you thought that it was all pretend;
All these words that I could never say
I just let them slip away
4 AM forever
Maybe you thought that it was all pretend;
All these words that I could never say
I just let them slip away
4 AM forever
I love these lyrics.
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