I have come to the conclusion that this world is possibly just as mad as I am. I have also come to the sudden realization that I have absolutely no idea anymore what is going on. The only thing I do know is that my parents and family know me about as well as a person from the other side of the world. Or at least that's how it seems. But who really cares anyways? Well I guess I do, or I wouldn't be sitting here on my front porch typing out this ridiculous rant. I am almost 20 years old, I think I can make decisions for myself. Really I do not need parents. They weren't there fore me then, so why do they want to be now. Screw you parents. Get the eff out of my life already.
Outlook on life: Life is seemingly meaningless for me these days. I just don't belong. I don't think I ever will. I don't think I ever really want to. It doesn't really bother me. I am unique, and I have come to accept this. I need to work on being more friendly I guess. At least I have an amazing boyfriend who loves me. I guess I am tolerable for the moment. This is a huge accomplishment for me.
Outlook on love: I am able to love. Love as in actual love. I thought I knew what love was. Apparently whatever love I felt before this was a lie. This love that I have I want to keep. It makes me feel alive. He makes me feel alive. I met a guy who got me to open my eyes to the world in one night. I am lucky. I am thankful. I am loved. He makes me smile. I forgot how good it felt to smile.
Outlook on School: This major depletes me. I used to love art and the whimsical effect it had on me. No longer do i cherish it. No longer do I have any feeling toward it other then sheer hatred. I don't think I can really take another year of this. I don't think I can really take another second of this major. I miss how school used to be exciting. I actually enjoyed going to school. There should not be a grade for art. Your opinion of my work is your opinion. I do not feel I should get a grade based on your opinion. There is not a right or a wrong way to create art, so when I fail a project, you, my teacher, have failed my creativity. I don't think I want to deal with this any longer. I have thick skin, but my art shouldn't recieve a grade. We don't think alike, obviously, so this major shouldn't even be a major.
Outlook on ex boyfriends: Why do you decide to mosey on into my life again when things are seemingly perfect? I do not love you. I will never love you. I wish you ill in fact. If I did like you I would still be dating you. Hope you enjoyed that newsflash I decided to give you. Hope you have a nice day.
Outlook on this sunshine: perfect. Makes my mood better
Hey Stephen, I know looks can be deceiving But I know I saw a light in you And as we walked we were talking I didn't say half the things I wanted to
Of all the girls tossing rocks at your window I'll be the one waiting there even when it's cold Hey Stephen, boy, you might have me believing I don't always have to be alone
'Cause I can't help it if you look like an angel Can't help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain so Come feel this magic I've been feeling since I met you Can't help it if there's no one else Mmm, I can't help myself
Hey Stephen, I've been holding back this feeling So I got some things to say to you I've seen it all, so I thought But I never seen nobody shine the way you do
The way you walk, way you talk, way you say my name It's beautiful, wonderful, don't you ever change Hey Stephen, why are people always leaving? I think you and I should stay the same
'Cause I can't help it if you look like an angel Can't help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain so Come feel this magic I've been feeling since I met you Can't help it if there's no one else Mmm, I can't help myself
They're dimming the street lights, you're perfect for me Why aren't you here tonight? I'm waiting alone now, so come on and come out And pull me near and shine, shine, shine
Hey Stephen, I could give you fifty reasons Why I should be the one you choose All those other girls, well, they're beautiful But would they write a song for you?
I can't help it if you look like an angel Can't help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain so Come feel this magic I've been feeling since I met you Can't help it if there's no one else Mmm, I can't help myself
If you look like an angel Can't help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain so Come feel this magic I've been feeling since I met you Can't help it if there's no one else Mmm, I can't help myself
It started out as a feeling Which then grew into a hope Which then turned into a quiet thought Which then turned into a quiet word
And then that word grew louder and louder 'Til it was a battle cry
I'll come back When you call me No need to say goodbye
Just because every thing's changing Doesn't mean it's never been this way before All you can do is try to know Who your friends are as you head off to the war
Pick a star on the dark horizon And follow the light
You'll come back When it's over No need to say goodbye
You'll come back When it's over No need to say goodbye
Now, we're back to the beginning It's just a feeling and no one knows yet But just because they can't feel it too Doesn't mean that you have to forget
Let your memories grow stronger and stronger 'Til they're before your eyes
You'll come back When they call you No need to say goodbye
You'll come back When they call you No need to say goodbye
