9:20 p.m. - 2009-06-05
believe
i want to believe that the world will hold me, that it will catch me when i fall, it'll get bad and i'll survive a lot but i won't die until my time comes and things will be okay. i want to believe that i can trust you. that people want to know me and they like me and they dont think im a bitch. i want to believe that if i just fall someone will catch me or the earth herself will hold me, she will be grass not concrete, i want to believe that it's okay, i can give in and relax and its ok, people dont hate me just because i feel so fucked up. i feel so fucked up. but its a struggle. its this beautiful struggle and i want to believe that you see it too. do you see it? do you see it? do you see it? is it gonna be ok? are we gonna make it, at least until its our time? i believe in fate and destiny but i avoid my fate because of my fears, i need to face it head on, this twisted twisting. i want to believe you're here on this journey, i want to believe i can look over at you and catch your eye and it wont be weird.