CHANGE.

crying.

i miss you jeffrey.
and it hurts so bad that none of my friends understand.
they push it off like i should just be over this already.
it's like a slap in the face every single time.
and i know how many times i said i won't cry about this..
but it's impossible.
absolutely impossible.
i love you.

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so how much does it take to make you give up?
how many times can it happen before you do something about it?
how much more can you put yourself through?

it's time to change.
and we're not the only ones who have noticed.

because it's the only way to settle your heart.

progress- goot.

we live, we die
we go out of our minds
we talk about planets
we laugh, we cry
we keep track of the time
and how we take it for granted

we're moving forward
we're doing fine
we're making progress with our lives
but do we even know why?

look up at the sky
watch the sun burning bright
don't take it for granted
get up, get out
make a point of your life
you'll sit here forever

we're moving forward
we're doing fine
we're making progress with our lives
but do we even know why?

get up, get out
you'll stay here forever
do we know why?
we've got to make progress

we're making progress today

we're moving forward
we're doing fine
we're making progress with our lives
and we don't even know why

we're moving forward
we're doing fine
we're making progress with our lives
and we don't even know why.......

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ADVERSITY [ad-vur-si-tee]
noun.
1. adverse fortune or fate; a condition marked by misfortune, calamity, or distress.
2. an adverse or unfortunate event or circumstance.
3. a state of hardship or affliction; misfortune.
4. a calamitous event.

this was the topic of one of my AP Language prompts today.
one thing on my mind, as always.

a personal anecdote came into play in that essay, whether the damn college board likes it or not.

may i?

let's just pretend...

it's that perfect temperature outside; warm enough but not boiling.
there's a light breeze blowing across your face.
the sun beats down on you and keeps you warm.
the smell of grass and clean air fills you up.
birds are chirping sweetly above you.
you're next to that one person you want to be next to more than anything.
your fingers are intertwined perfectly.
you're at peace with life.

may i just pretend that this month?

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some days i wonder if there's ever a point that i hit where eventually all i can do is put forth the effort, but never get the success.

contemplation at it's highest.

this is why i don't like thinking when i'm sick.