threeinchestall

New year, new start?

This is all a prelude to a grand scheme that has no meaning.
"We want what we can't have" we screamed at the top of our lungs. It was our anthem. What a time of mishap and growing. We are too busy trying to adjust that we don't care to remember. Did that really happen? Every thought is made into something more, and now my logic is getting in the way.

When did I become comfortable?

Oh, the end of my completion.

Him.

Always.

Pink has never been my color.

Wrap your arms around me and keep me warm.

Shoveling snow on a clear, quiet night.

Independence has ceased being an intoxication, and is presently an electric blanket.

The skies are gray, but my mind keeps sunny afternoons in the foreground.
Changing my name from 'Girl' to 'Hannah Joel.'
Does that mean I've become myself?

There's a taste in my mouth and the most lovely picture in my eye. It couldn't be any other way.

Today, I'm different. I'm positive. Supportive. Faithful.

Falling asleep during prayers. He knows, and He understands.

"You're My Daisy."

My animals keeping me company.
"Am I right or am I right? Right. Right. Right."

I keet telling myself that every word out of your mouth holds some secret.
What are your secrets? Am I one of them?

I want to know there's a care. I need to.
Sum 41, With You.

Groundhog Day.

New attitude. Remember that.

Brief drinks with friends.

Dining out alone.
I appreciate you Aleesha and Lexi. And I cherish and adore you.

I appreciate you people to whom handle my poor communication skills with ease.

I appreciate you life, there is nothing other than this that I want right now. I want to be here. I want to be 19. I want to be happy. And that's all that I am today.

My distrusting, over analytical other half always tries to ruin the happiness that I feel every day.
And, that's okay.

I'll always be good. Great. Wonderful.

I am.

Remembering things I love.