I used to be such a burning example,
I used to be so original.
I used to care I was being cared for,
Made sure I showed it to those that I love.
I used to sleep without a single stir,
'cause I was about my father's work.

I used to pray when God was listening,
I used to make my parents proud.
I was the glue that kept my friends together,
Now they don't talk, and we don't go out.
I used to know the name of every person I kissed,
Now I've made this bed, and I can't fall asleep in it.

I don't know what it is,
but she fascinates me.

I'm pretty much hopeless.
I'd like to think I'm a selfless, relatively compassionate person.
I come across as being self-absorbed, and self-pitying.
I don't know how to fix it.
I don't know how to be an ideal human being.
Maybe it's just not possible.
You made me out to be this perfect example,
and I don't think I can live up to it.

You give me more than I can contain.

:)

A taxi driver told me I looked 18 years old today.
It made me smile.

Snow and Lights

I miss walking down my street, bundled up in my peacoat with my frayed scarf and polkadot earmuffs. I miss the way the falling white flakes padded the concrete, buffering every sound except its own. I miss the black sky in contrast with streetlights. I miss how the little white crystals would compress under my worn-out shoes, my tracks only to be enveloped again in my absence. My youth is a footprint covered; naivety and innocence are nothing more than a distant memory.