Al-fucking-right.

I want everything to be alright. I want things to get better. I want real. Truth.

I want to know. Because not knowing seems to be a constant answer to everything these days.

Mostly, I want the people I'm surrounded by to be alright. Because so few of them are right now. And what's the point in being alright if you aint got nobody to be alright with?

I overused the word alright. And now I don't like it. I want to be MORE than just ALRIGHT.
Alright is settling.
EFF.

Sometimes it feels like the heart is no place to be singin' from at all.

"All at once, the world can overwhelm me

There's almost nothing that you could tell me

That would ease my mind.

Which way will you run

When it's always all around you

And the feeling's lost and found you again.

A feeling that we have no control."

-Jack Johnson.

Faults in my foundation.

Figuring everything out is easier said than done. And I've probably made more than enough mistakes for someone my age. But in some weird way, I kind of like that I have made so many. And I'm becoming aware of all my faults. That's just how it goes, I suppose.

I'm sort of passive to the whole mistake-making idea. Regret is sort of a waste of time and energy, ya know?

Like I deserved it.

"Budding at my finger tips,

Touching you I start to bloom."

Contrast.

I just love this crazy, disastrous, topsy-turvy life that I'm leading. I wouldn't trade any of it for anything.

I asked my good friend the other day why there is always some constant struggle that we're all dealing with. Why it seems that no day can pass without us feeling some sort of sadness, anger, remorse, angst, or other negative feelings.

And she responded by saying that if we didn't have all that, then we wouldn't know what happiness would be because we'd have nothing to contrast it to.

She is so wise. And that seems like such a simple statement; I should have known all along.