My Beautiful Little Mess

Its beautiful that I love you.
Its also a mess that I love you.

Its beautiful that I want you.
Its screwed up, wanting you.

Its beautiful that I need you.
Its F'ed up that I need you.


You are beautiful. But you are a mess.
You're a freaking beautiful mess.


You have my heart.
But we ARE worlds apart.

You are the brightest star in my night sky.
But will I ever be the dawn you love waking to?

You are my truth that the silence screams.
But will I ever be your whisper in the wind?

My first Medal... SILVER

Yesterday was the second Sports Day.
My teacher put down my name for the events Javelin and Short Putt. That's Lembing and Peluru for those who dont know.
I totally sucked at Javelin.
And for short putt....... here comes the shock...

I GOT SILVER!!

I know, like, SHOCKING right?

ME? An athlete??? HAHAHAHAHAH...

But yes. Its true.. Imma be representing school now..

And I didnt go to the meeting today... Im starting to wonder if there was one?

Any ways.. I've got nothing to blog about...

No one seems to...

everything changes at SIXTEEN

"My life changed the moment I turned 16"

We've all heard that before, haven't we? I definitely have...
And as the gap between 15 and 16 gets smaller, I can actually feel it...

I can feel the CHANGE..
Things have changed. Things ARE going to change.
I have changed and AM changing...

I am welcoming this change. Welcoming while hoping its a good change.
Am I changing into someone I wanna be?
Are things changing into what I'd like it to be..

So far...... Its all good...

But... If I pulled everything closer, would it all just slip away?



please dont slip away