I walked down the street, my music blasting through my ears. It's gotten to be one of my only happy places. The one where I get lost in music, and sing without a care. Getting my feelings out through one, good song.
I was harmonizing quite well with the song I was listening to. Almost screaming the lyrics as my heart was happy, and my mind lost in tune. When I have music in my ears, I'm happy. Not sad, confused, hurt, or questioning life.
Happy..
I had started to think I didn't know what happy meant anymore. Being someone who was rarely happy. But when I'm lost in my music, lost in my singing and blocking out the real world, and my feelings are expressed through song, I am happy.
Music is my escape from horror..
I decided, that I'm not worrying about keeping people that don't want to be there.
Music,
Band,
Percy Jackson,
YouTube,
God..
General things that put a smile to my face. That let me get lost in them, and let me be me.
Myself
I am growing up. This monster inside my head, she's teaching me lessons. I'm not like other people. In a way, I'm smarter. Kinder..
Different..
__________________________________________________________________________________hello again friends. Thank u for reading this crap.. anyway, ILY my lovelies. Goodnight~
