Talk talk talk and no action

HI I miss you guys.

How ya been? 

I've been good. Scratch that. I've been great. Really though. Life has been beautifully crazy lately and perhaps that why I don't blog much, because I kind of sorta don't really know where to begin. I like it an hate it all at once. We can start here maybe, 

I jumped down the center of a volcano today.

Imagination really is everything.

Try describing the word hope, without using the word itself. 

I think I just coughed and sneezed at the same time. 

The best things are always just around the corner.

Nothing is impossible. 

I saw a guy from kid history in person. To bad the only YouTube videos I care about are guitar how-tos.

Pretty much sums it all up for ya. 

If ya wanted to know. 

Oh and, THIS

is actually kind of really fun. Sooo ask me a question maybe? 

To help us grow

Life can be real funny, you know.

I mean, I find it kind of funny how I've

been apart of life, for 18 years now and

I'm just starting to feel like I'm really getting to know it.

How we associate rain with sadness but

I feel happiest on rainy days.

How no matter how bad I think I want something

there will always be something about it I find to rather hate.

How possibly the number one thing getting me

through the day, is the excitement that the journal

I ordered on line should be arriving very soon,

but I can't keep up with my own blog?

How I can't be myself around you.

How we take forever getting ready in the morning,

but still never feel pretty enough.

How I feel like I'm always sleeping,

and always tired at the same time.

I guess, I'm just never satisfied.

And maybe I won't be until I figure about

exactly what it is I'm trying to feel satisfied about.

And that doesn't really make sense.

Life doesn't really make sense, and some how

we still live.

I find that kind of funny.

I've got chills their multiplying

I've had many things swimming though my mind lately.

I think about growing up, and being afraid. 

I mean it doesn't feel like I was born 18 years ago.

I think about the people I will never see again.

and how some may think that's a good thing, but for me it will always be

the exact opposite. 

I think about how I wish I could blog like I used too, 

but I guess my journal has become more important.

I think about you, 

I think about you often.

But as you can tell that's not saying much.

I think about what It truly means to be happy 

and the number of people we have to meet before we get there.

I think about how life likes to make it seem like the things we want most

are the things we can never actually obtain,

but I also think about how I refuse to let that happen.

who cares if your all I think about

 

Are you with me baby,

lets  be crazy.