the frequent move of your finger tips
you press your hips
and your fear of all that isn't yours
you deny what wasn't implied
regrets were left at shore
i dont think i could miss you more

certain areas appear to be sinking to me
i constantly am at a daze wondering who i am?
where i am?
i dont get me...
i'm sure that's one of the most ignorant things someone can say, but that's how i feel.
i'm not who i wanted to be or even inspired to be.
i am a waste of a human.
i'm tired of acting dumb or being quite because i don't want people to see who i really am.
i dont like me. people are noticing my faults. it's about time.
i'm not unique, i don't even find myself  that interesting.
i truly just enjoy myself as company, i have found new ways to comfort myself so that i can get away from reality.
i'm in a boat while who i am accompanied by is just sitting down rambling.
i get motion sickness from the dreams of you.
i hate who i was, i regret everything. i am sorry to everyone.
i can't sleep it away anymore.
i want to reinvention. reincarnation at that.
it's time for me to wake up, and move on.
i cant purse my dreams if they are to far at sea.
i need to except that it just wasn't meant for me.
fate doesn't like me, i don't even like me.
to anyone i have ever hurt, i'm apologizing, something my stubbornness would never let me do before.
but it necessary.
i'm tired of this damn gut feeling.

I actually wasted my time to make one of these