You are...

My best and worst friend.
My escape from reality, but also a nightmare.
You are everything I hate,
But yet sometimes it feels like fate.
Precious and devilish.
Intelligent ((well not really)).
I hate you, but sometimes,
you are.

Sleep.

What is sleep? A reason to make tomorrow come sooner? No, I won't let my life go down that way. I don't need another reason to make my short life any shorter.

There is no such thing as a “hopeless romantic”, just someone who is hopeless.

"Like a bitter stranger;
and now I see the long, the short, the middle and what's in between."

Grip on life.

As life progresses, I somehow find it hard to imagine that I'd ever have a grasp of life. Through the short lived memories and also short lived friendships, it seems that again... I've only got myself to depend on. It's clear that time after time, I've got to get out and craft my own world.

Positive Movement

So am I wrong for the only one moving forward or are all of you to blame for staying still? It's quite possible that I've left a trail of dust and looked back not even once, but am I at fault? It's not a surprise though, that no one recognizes me anymore.

Haha, life's been differently recently, just quite.

Real life has begun, and it's probably an expected time for old ghosts to haunt me. Ghosts that haunt me because I've moved on, forever.

I guess words will never do me justice. No, not even when I'm dead.