Running Away Again?

There's nothing worse than a head filled with words and no paper to write on. At the very least I guess a keyboard's easier to manage, and you get less hand cramps. I might possibly be a pathelogical liar - but I can change that. I am fully determined to be a better person. My thoughts, my dreams, all the things that make me me - I might have lost track of them along the way. But I can get them back - I can re-define myself, and this time, I'm determined to be happy with that definition. Im still free-thinking. I can talk philosophy or video games. Life is magical, it's damn crazy as hell, but it's still magical. I am in love, and everything should be so incredibly happy.

Because happy is what happens when all your dreams come true... Isnt it?

Maybe that's why then. When we connect, when we're together, there's nothing else Id rather be doing, no other feelings Id rather be having. But apart, me, by myself, I still feel incomplete. I really do need to learn to be happy with myself.

I can do that. Really, I can. It's all based on perception, on disposition. Keeping an upbeat disposition is not that hard when you're surrounded by friends and people you love. I can learn to let go of all those things that have been crawling under my skin, ripping apart at me and trying to tear me down. It'll be easy, really. I really can do this.

It's time to try defying gravity.