I'm Quite Obsessed With The Idea Of

I Remember How Beautiful It Was To Fall Asleep On Your Couch And Cry In Front Of You For The First Time. You Were The Best Platform From Which To Jump Beyond Myself. What Was Wrong With Me?

I Wish People Could Acheive What They Think Would Bring Them Happiness In Order For Them To Realize That Thats Not Really What Happiness Is.

I Sabotage Myself For Fear Of What My Bigness Could Do.

I Can Be In The Worst Pms, Mercury In Retrograde, Most Awful Circumstance - And Then If My Girlfriends And I Are Giggling About It, Everything's Okay.

My Parents Offered Me The Idea Of Ceilinglessness. There Was No Limit In Terms Of What Was Possible; No Messages Sent To Me To Say That I Couldn't Do Anything.