Propaganda

I Wish I Was Perfect

sometimes i wish i was perfect.

in a sense that everything I touched turned to gold,

and that every syllable that came out my mouth unfolded

into a beautiful line of words left under your skin.

That my on going affection could be measured more,

than a few hours a day, but forever as long as you’d 

be willing to have me stay.

i wish i was perfect.

sometimes i wish i could be everything you all 

want me to be, while avoiding being someone im not.

A body chiseled to perfection,

a true vision of gods blessings, 

i wish i was perfect.

Sometimes I wish i could wash away all my pain,

and run away from the things i hate, 

my bastardly imperfections

to my perfections could no longer equate

i wish i was perfect.

and maybe then my soul would glow 

brighter than day, enriched with thoughts deeper

than the sea and the universe,

to live without feeling cursed.

i want to be perfect.

2 minutes ago with 66 notes

I hate thinking

I hate thinking. I will probably be the death of me. Because I over think. This is why I function well in groups of people. The less time I have to think, the better. It makes me so happy to see people laugh, or be entertained or feel educated when im around because of me. Its one of my favorite ways of attaining happiness.

The reason I probably love music so much is that I don’t think anymore when its on. I can’t think of all that shit that bothers me. All the things that eat me up inside. Its weird how many things Ive grown to dislike about myself or my life along with my other dumb ass first world problems.

bare with me here. 

Honestly, its my only two refuges. Everything that makes me happy is always tied up with the two. 

So when people are mad at me, it kills me. It literally kills me because I’m not making them happy. And making people happy makes me happy. No matter who you are. 

18 minutes ago with 22 notes

because sometimes im a complete fucking idiot.

because sometimes i let the dumb shit of the past,as  the justification for the things of the present.

which all boils down to me being a complete fucking idiot.

or maybe im just always too hard on my self.

god, why can’t i just be a dog or something.

being a human is too hard

2 hours ago with 29 notes