Every time I speak to you, I know a little more about myself.

Why does anyone need a reason for anything.

But I love what I have more than what I don't. Still want, yearn for more.

Feel fucking amazing.

My soul keeps creeping out and slipping so quickly right back where it belongs. I feel like I'm on a roller coaster, right when the roller coaster is at it's highest peak before it dives into the fall. That's how my soul feels like coming out of my body and going just as fast when it goes right back inside. This is how I always want to feel. Connected with the earth and soil and everything around me. Everything is so much more beautiful too and intense. Forever free, love and peace.

When you try to look good, you feel good.

I don't feel like going to school tomorrow. There's this reckless wild side inside of me itching to get the fuck out and run free. Gather some bitches and do what the fuck we want to do without caring about anyone but us. Always on the road each summer, sleeping in hotels, camping, smoking, drinking, dancing around fires and being happy. I want awesome stories to tell my kids too.

Make up still on, clothes still on and heels.

I feel so dirty and lazy. I like it.

"Hippy loving cupcake peace maker fucking smoking weed and reading."

Chambers of Happy Hearts.

It's sad to know that the closet people you have in your life can easily become strangers. And sometimes we can't do anything about it but walk away. Because it's hard to re-built a damage heart from the same person who damaged it in the first place. I'm walking forward. I really am.

I'm already 18 and I can't longer be lazy about things that I shouldn't be lazy about. I need a day of relaxing and getting my shit together. Looking for a job and letting those who weigh me down, go. I'm not old and I'm not young but I don't have time for games and to explain myself to anyone who's playing with my heart and mind.

Everyone hits me up non-stop throughout the day, but who's there at the end? No one. And I'm starting to be okay with that.

Don't you worry about it.

The slow process. 

The baby steps. 

I'm getting there. 

Wish you were here to make it with me, but you're stuck in the idea, that I don't follow my feelings or emotions.

That's okay. Because this is where you miss out, all the time. And then you worry why.

I don't understand why people like rushing. Being adventurous and rushing is two different things.