Ghandi

I keep forgetting too enjoy highschool.
I get so caught up on whats what and who's who, I forget too just enjoy myself and the people I care about.
I forget I don't care about what people think about me, and that their opinions of me don't count. I mean, it's always nice to have people say nice things, but who needs nice comments..

I keep forgetting, I'm too short to play basketball, too skinny to be a football player, and too slow in the head to compete in baseball. I have tricked myself I'm an athlete, and one of these day's it'll get me hurt.

I forget, to tell my mom I love her. To hug my dad and thank him for all his sacrifices and hard work. I forget too hold my little brother and sister, and I forget to be the older brother I wish I mine were..

I keep forgetting, to remember unimportant things that affect me later down the road. Small things, not ordinarily a big deal, but when added up make a huge mess of forgetfullness.. I just keep forgetting

Jealousy

A song that I'm jealous of is Another Night by Mac miller. I love it so much because he expresses how he feels by using lines I can relate too.

"People Love me, they don't even know my last name."

I want to make my writing something people can relate too but at the same time keep it creative. I feel like this song does that.

"I put my phone on silent, I need to get away. Put on J. Cole's warm up and let it play." 

http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/macmiller/anothernight.html

If you really knew me

If you really knew me, you would know that I enjoy driving in the car late at night by myself. The music on the radio soothes me, and I feel like I have control of my life at that very moment. If you knew me, you would know I am a very touchy person, I love to be hugged, snuggled, and all that other stuff. You would also know I stare at my ceiling a lot, while laying in bed at night awake.

If you really knew me, you would know I appreciate the small things. You would know the future scares me, and that I have a hard time planning day to day activities. If you knew me, you would know I love late night talks, with anyone willing to listen, after midnight is when the truth comes out.

If you knew me, you would know that yes, I've had a broken heart. You would know I compare every girl to her,  not by choice, but because I have never given myself enough time to fully get over our relationship. You would know I blame myself for a lot. You would know I don't laugh as much as I probably should..

If you really knew...