The concept of life is so off. It’s never the same for anyone. We look to other peoples for inspiration while we doubt our own words and our own potential.  We’re given bodies, thoughts, spirits and we just train ourselves to be like everyone else.  We’re not doing ourselves justice by copying. We need to live. We need to crawl out of the box. We need to say the things we mean even it makes us the odd one out.  If you’re not the odd one out then you’re the wasteful one within. 

Why am I here? Why is everything the way it is?  I’m blessed to see through the surface. It’s truly believe it’s my special talent.

I have a bigger purpose in life, I can feel it.

I may not be here to get a degree, have children, produce things, fall in love, be a normal human being.. but I’m here for something.

I’m going along with all this fake bullshit because I have absolutely no idea of what else to do. 

I need a sign..

I need to know what i’m supposed to be doing, because it’s SOOOOO much more than this.

We were created for a purpose and I refuse to be blinded by text books, boys, and all that other phoney stuff.

The things we learn in school were simply made up by other people. Who gives a fuck what they have to say, because the only things that matter are what’s in your own head.

so just fucking live. and love everything fucking thing in your fucking sight because life’s only here for a minute.