It's hard to stay mad when there's so much beauty in the world.

Sometimes I feel like I'm seeing it all at once, and it's too much.

My heart fills up like a balloon that's about to burst ...

And then I remember ... to relax, an not try to hold on to it.

And then it flows through me like rain.

And I cant feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life.

You have no idea what I'm talking about, I'm sure.

I would rather be the funny one, than the pretty one…
rather be the weird one, than the serious one,
I would much rather be a bitch, than a pushover… 
and would much rather stick out, than blend in.

I'm sick of empty promises, people falling apart, and losing touch. 
I'm sick of the friend who disappears when things get rough,or stands by you on condition
and most of all Im sick of being let down. 
Its time for something real; someone real. 
I'm tired of the bullshit: being bullshitted, and being the bullshitter.