When I'm bored I scribble in my maths book and take pictures of it. Welcome to my world :p
Welcome to my world, sometimes it's painted grey but also its painted orange. Other times it's black and white, and it can't make up its mind. People always say life is a garden and people the seeds. And even if you are that seed that gets lost in the tangle of weeds or a patch of dirt alone your flower will take longer to bloom, but when it does it will be the most cherished. I've made myself more than just an acquaintance to tears but I'm not stupid. My self harm is purely boredom example. when I pull a sharpener apart. I am doing it to block out the teachers words. Because He is BORING. Don't let the grey take the sparkle from your eyes. Don't let it be stained with red. Only allow it to be a pencil. Clear your thoughts and notice the slight ray of sun that so desperately wants to brighten your world. Put a smile on your face. But don't turn it into a disguise, because sometimes disguises make it worse. They hide who you are and sometimes twist your thoughts in a tangled web of lies. Which can end insanely. Don't say goodbye say hai. You don't have to know me to understand....this is my world....would you still take my hand?
-sunset
A/n: wow I can't believe I wrote that :|
