.Teeth.

Nephilim. Why haven't they thought of it yet? How perfectly unique. How uniquely perfect. 


And yet it won't be thought of. All other angles will be met except decent ones. 


Have I mentioned how tired I am of obstacles?

Why?

Why can't you just grow up?


Why can't you just take initiative and do something?


Why can't you just do as I ask instead of just being lazy and ignoring it?


99 days.

I'm reaching my boiling point.


Then again.


We all know I'll never boil over.

Nymphetamine.

I've been feeling like I need to scream all day. Just scream and yell and howl until my lungs burn. 


I hate having to hold everything back. I hate having to put up this shield everyday and cover myself so no one sees how lost and miserable I am.


I just want to be happy. As cheesy and cliche as that sounds, that's all I want. I want to move, to laugh and to write. I'm so tired of this stationary feeling. I'm tired of living for someone else. 


I want to find home. I want my own place just for me--where I can feel safe and secure. I need open space to find and create myself. I need something more than what's in my grasp right now. I need something that will make me happy.


You would think happiness is as simple as being happy. 


Lilac smells divine. Wherever I end up, I'll plant some right outside my window. 

I can't follow Hyperbole and a Half! 


I'm sad now...

First Post?

So... I don't know if I'll ever use this, but I wanted a Blogspot to follow a few blogs I found interesting.


I feel like such a noob at this. Guess I'll personalize it and make it feel more like home.