Everything that kills me makes me feel alive.

If you didn't do what you wish you had done, Previta, or if you did do what you wish you hadn't, may I suggest that back then you were simply acting on instinct, and that it served you well?

Particularly knowing as I know, how else things could have gone and how well you've done for yourself.

Oh yeah, Previta, you done good.

Tallyho,
    The Universe

Stab me across my heart, and tell me it's over.

It's much better this way. I'd rather listen to this painful pray while things fade off slowly than be put through a room, reminding me of the things i wish i did right, i wish i didn't do, i wish i wasn't a part of. I'm trying, i can't wait to let go.. the taste of end seems so much better than fighting this war.. I can't open my eyes to look out and find my reasons. I can't be strong. 

She wants to go home, but nobody's home, it's where she lies, broken inside. 

She can't fight this anymore. She gave it up, you win.

Haha-hah!

What is it like to inspire?

Inspire and to be inspired. 

A big difference on just one letter. 

So, it's a new year. Then comes resolutions. Before the day ends, goodbye 2013, hello 2014. I hope you're going to treat us right, tho 13 ended pretty well, he didn't leave us much nice things to remember. I love you, no doubt, but we need to move on. 

Having said so little about the year, all that lingers in my thoughts are how did i get myself into another year, feeling so young, yet old. Education? Or being broke? Which stands on the lighter end.. I have no clue, leaving behind how much that could ruin the "new year feel" i should move on to why i got here. 

What is it like to inspire someone? How does it feel? 

Art. Am i granting your wish this time?

"I'd like peace on earth, please -" 

Wishing that i could give you that, i will try.. so much that it might even be some part of what i'm trying to convey through my inspirations. How does it feel again?

“Are we to paint what’s on the face, what’s inside the face, or what’s behind it?” ~Picasso

The angles are all wrong now, she's ripping wings off of butterflies..

"She lives in a fairy tale, somewhere too far for us to find.." 

Cause no one will understand what you truly went through, everyone will judge, and some will pretend they understand. When they generalize pain, why is there "small" and "big" problems, when all that it is, are problems. What do we believe in, when all that we believe is fables and dreams that brings you the shivers. I don't get it. I won't get it. Looking forward to the year, new year, new dreams and hopes.. hoping.. for? Somewhere, somehow. Looking at those perfect people, perfect lives, they might have sorrows. But, why does it make you feel so inferior? I need to change. I need to change, for myself.

If it's not real
You can't hold it in your hand
You can't feel it with your heart
And I won't believe it
But if it's true
You can see it with your eyes
Oh, even in the dark
And that's where I want to be.

Immature.

Talk about wanting to be in the center of attention. What happened to we'll have each others back even if one betrays? Your words are plain, action-less, and words of what they call, "forsake". Look at yourself, before wanting to judge others. Immaturity isn't going to get you any far from where you are now, cause well.. i guess that's how much your brain has grown to be in the years of your life. :) How i wish i could link you to this. First impression is always the best, and boy i was so right about you. 

Am i tripping back on what i walked pass?

Am i? 

Choosing what to feel. Is that how things work in the real world? Messing words up in your head, trying to get it phrased right before saying it. Aren't we living the idea of the universe that controls all doings and leave us with one choice, fate. Dwelling back on what used to be, being told over and over makes you actually wonder if that is what you really feel. Do i? Does it? Every morning we wake up hoping that we feel better, slowly forgetting what used to hurt, moving on to what makes us feel alive. Then you feel like this isn't reality. And you sit there, thinking why did we choose to let this happen. And then what if it does, happen again? What if? Why does the brain work in such a way, leaving you in the mid of a horror movie with no end; there's literally no way out.

Help me find a way out, don't mix my path up.

Itstimetoletitgo..