I'm ready to leave now.
I need to get out of here.
I want to meet new people.
I'm tired of the same damn people with the same damn stories.
Everyone is so predictable.
This town is starting to feel mediocre.
And this feeling...
It kind of hit me all at once.
I realized,
Sixteen years is a hell of a long time to see nothing new.
Fuck "seeing" something new.
I want to feel something new.
Day after day, minute after fucking minute,
It all feels the same.
Ordinary.
Overly comfortable.
I'm pretty sure this chapter of my life is basically over.
There's not much left for me here.

So...
If you're still reading this,
This pretty much sums it up.
When I meet someone that changes my life for the better,
Someone that gets through to me and makes me care more than I should,
I fight to keep them in my life.
I automatically hate anyone or anything my simple mind perceives as a threat.
So I'm sorry if that gets in the way.
Maybe that's my problem.

I don't think a truer statement has ever been said.
Everyone's always so sad.
Or mad.
Or confused.
Or "broken".
Can't we go back to before?

How do you justify someone dying at such a young age?
How do you say, "it's in God's plan"
like God just decided to take his life away?
I don't know how it works, but I'm pretty sure it doesn't work that way.
People made dumb decisions, and they had fatal consequences.
I didn't know this guy.
It still scares me, though.

There's a reason you're in my life.
Sometimes it feels like you do all you can to break me.
Other times you build me up so high, it's hard to see the ground.
I don't think anyone really understands, either.
They see us and think, "Eh, whatever."
But it's more than that.
It's late night text messages, inside jokes, and mini-meltdowns.
It's stupid fights, make-up hugs, and seemingly telepathic moments.
It's the fact that on any given day, you have the power to destroy me, but you don't.
There's a reason you're in my life, and as much as I try to push you away, I couldn't even imagine not having you around.

Fuck society and their idea of "beauty".
I want to hold a mirror up to the world and show them that, yes everyone has flaws, but everyone is also a magnificent piece of art.
I can't stand the hate the people have for their bodies.
I wear a size 18, my arms are flubby, and my tummy will never be flat.
Who the fuck cares?
I've got a pair of the most amazing blue eyes, and my hair looks good when I put effort into it.
I just don't get it.
If I can look in the mirror and see beauty, why can't everyone else?
That's probably the thing I hate the most about our society.
It tears people down instead of building them up like it should.
YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL!
I wish I could make you see that.