The Endless Journey

For you, I was a chapter. For me, you were the book.

I deserve someone who actually gives a fuck about me because I’ve spent my entire life making other people happy when all they did was leave.

Nothing great is created when you are comfortable.

I was never one who rests comfortably in between oppositions. Be honest with me or leave me alone. Give me your all or completely let go. I am too passionate, and feel the fire behind life that heats up my soul to settle for anything half-assed, without ambition.

Worry does nothing but steal your joy and keep you very busy doing nothing.

When you are having sex and forget to kick the cat out of the room

I’m trying my hardest to not act how I feel.