Some people say that their lives are at a crossroads.

I can’t go that far.

My life is at a standstill, the wind has stopped blowing, the rain has stopped pouring, i have stopped walking. I needed this. To stop and take a look around, but without thinking. To be free for just a moment, to feel weightless and at peace. I wont say i need to analyze because i am already guilty of doing that way too much. My thought process needs to be stopped right in its tracks.

I kill every situation with my own brain. I am my own worst enemy. I will pick a situation to death, overthink overanalyze, overdo. and you’d never even know it because it all happens in the space of my own mind.

exhaustion is overcoming me, my brain is shutting down from overuse.

Feeling.

Feeling isnt something you can control. It's involuntary, like breathing. You feel what you feel and you can't help but feel it. You can pick and choose your situations. And you'd better choose wisely because you'll be dealing with the consequences whether you like them or not.There's no point in being ashamed of it. You must realized it isnt something you have any reign over. You can't help the way you feel. And no one can judge you for it. Because they'll never understand why you feel the way you do. Or how you feel the way you do.

It doesnt matter what your feeling, because as long as you're feeling, you're living. And living, is the most beautiful thing.

Overdrive.

There's so much going on inside my head that there isn't much room left for me to figure out whats important.

Constant overdrive, working overtime, thinking all the time, analyzing twenty-four hours a day.

It's truly exhausting.

Questioning my decisions has basically become a hobby.

Fighting with myself over what i feel has turned into a constant battle.

I really need to get it together.

Intoxicating.

"He's a wolf in disguise, but i can't stop staring in those evil eyes."

Drowning in these moments makes me forget everything.

All that matters is the music, the people, the moment.

It's intoxicating... literally.

I let it get the best of me and all of a sudden i'm doing things i'd never do while sober.

We definitely made the best of this holiday season.

But now it's time to grow up.

Packing my bags.

I was fine before you.
And i'll be fine when your gone.

You were never really here to begin with.

I'm my own worst enemy, always wanting what i cant have.
And having no interest in whats right in front of me.

Everyday is a new day and i let it slip by like its nothing.

Getting upset about the same thing over and over again is getting me nowhere, i see that now.

I need to do whats right for me, whether i want to or not.

No matter how hard it may be, i'm not going to let you get to me anymore.

I'm packing my bags, walking away and not looking back.

You were just a phase.