Hitara

Caution: Life Is it possible to be to cautious with actions? Is it bad when you refuse because you're afraid of the reaction? I believe that is how I may be. So many ideas of things, but they are not "me". So many things in life that I want to do. But when the time comes, my physical self does not go through. Its like in my mind there are so many ideas. But when it comes down to it I find an excuse. So many things, experiences in life, things that sound fun, but no matter what it's no use. I always find a reason, some way to decline. Even if in the end everything would be fine. Maybe its just a mental thing, something to work thro

Complete Me The feelings come and go. I rarely let them show. And when I do, they're not see through. I still mostly hide them away. Sometimes I wish I could just let go. Open up completely and let someone know. But no one knows the complete me. I let out a little so that some people see. But they don't know me, They don't know me, They don't know anything, they never see. I put up a barrier and don't know why, But I cannot break it no matter how much I try. It may crack, or even sway, but it always mends and always stays. Its always there, always strong. Sometimes no one knows anything is wrong. I'm afraid to be myself, afra

If you were no longer here, That would be my greatest fear. If you were gone away from me, I don't think my life would be The same as it has always been. I don't think that I could go on, If you were to be forever gone. You are my second half, and you are one that none could match. If you were no longer here, That would be my greatest fear. I don't think that I could go on, If you were to be forever gone. You are my blood sister for life, You've helped me through every strife. If you were to ever decide, that you could not handle this life, I would probably join you For I would not know what to do. If you were no longer h

happyness....that's what i think i feel... but my question now is, is it really real? i know this will seem emo, but i could really care less. these are just my thoughts, no matter what anyone says. i always fall too easy and to hard.... but then again i also keep up my guard... should i just let it go and continue with the flow? or should i stay careful and try to keep it working? I don't know at this point what to do. what if it just ends up to good to be true? i always fall to easy and to hard.... but then again i also keep up my guard... i continue to write the same subject again, and again, and again.... what kind of mess

The instinct to help is always in my mind, even when the answer is hard to find. Everyone seems to come to me with their troubles. Most of them have to do with couples. Why am I the one with the answers, when i don't even have them for myself? I don't see how the people assume, that I have solutions to their gloom. I have problems of my own to fix!! All of this helpin is making me sick! But then again, I chose this fate, sometimes I wonder if a change now would be to late. Then I remember why I help like I do. It makes me feel I have purpose in life, And sometimes it helps me with my own strife.

Heartbreak is something that I now know. I try all I can to not let it show. I try and I try with no such luck, Until in my mind I just say "F**k!" Screw all the guys who will break my heart, They'll all just make me fall apart! Tiny little pieces are what I'm left in, left alone by myself to mend. Yes, now I know what heartbreak is. It's just as scary as a thousand page quiz, When every question you answer is wrong. You wonder, how will this make me strong? How could a thing like this help my careers, When all it does is make me shed tears? Was a distraction what he really meant? Or was the truth hidden in that e-mail he sent?

They say that life's unfair. They say that love is cruel. They say that life has purpose. They say to follow the rules. They say all of these things, That they believe will help us. But in reality these things are what make us. The lessons that we learn, The mistakes that we make, Like riding a bike, and baking a cake. They say that love is cruel. They say that life's unfair. They say obey your elders. They say to always care. The things that we know, we then add what we learn. Until it is our own children's turn. They say life's unfair. They say love is cruel. They say life has purpose. They say follow rules.

Lets see, what do I think of life?? I don't really know how I can answer when I haven't lived it enough. I've been around for eightteen years, but only lived through little stuff. I've never been through a tornado nor survived a hurricane. I've never traveled to far out of state, or flew up in a plane. To say that I know a lot about life would be a complete and utter lie. To me I'm still in my immature childish world. I don't want to admit all of the troubles that everyone experiences everyday. I don't want to admit that there is evil in the world because I want to think that everything is good in at least some way. I don't want to k