I'm the happiest I've been in a long time, and I'm enjoying the hell out of myself. Despite having as little slumber as possible, it's all worth it in the end. You make me smile like there's no tomorrow! Your the cutest thing and I'm telling you now.. just so you know for sure.. I like you a damn much! (:

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Are dreams meant to be made big, seeming to be unreachable so that we will settle for whatever comes our way? Whether it be along that path or far from it. Or just so we feel regret and defeat once we can not reach that dream?

Don't you just hate it when you meet someone incredibly awesome, and then you find out that they may be taken away from you.

Or when your friends turn on you. You just can't do anything right by them anymore. You try and try but can't succeed. The one's you thought you knew, are now strangers to you. Changing the slightest bit every second, so when you pass them by they aren't even recognisable. Their in a disguise of some sort. They have become that shadow you never thought they would be. The shadow you never hoped them to be.
They become a mystery.

When all you want to do for them, is to be there when they need you most. Yet, they seem to have moved on and your trailing behind trying not to let go. Why is it that this happens? Why do we have to let go of everything we want the most? Everything we need the most. It isn't fair. We shouldn't have to do it.

One simple slip up and BANG. Bye-bye.

Even if this so called 'slip up' isn't even worth the penalty, why should we be sentenced? Why should we be punished for something so stupid, so immature?! It just doesn't make sense anymore.

And why is it that, if everything is on the same level; that others suffer and you remain helpless to their situation. Why are we not given to power to heal? Why are we denied that right? Why must we only be allowed to empathise and not comfort? Why are we not allowed to know the deep dark secrets of those who we cherish and hold close to us? Why can we not feel that raw emotion? As close as we may be, we are still left in the dark. Unable to truely express our thoughts and opinions. Unable to share what we hide.

Why must we go through life pretending to be someone or something we're not? Why can we not just be ourselves? Who we really are should be able to shine for all to see. Not be hidden in a safe at the bottom of the antartic ocean.

BOOM SHAKA LAKA!