Someday I'll fly.

To live up to your expectations is the only thing some can ever ask for. Not everyone can choose. Not everyones voice can be heard. Not everyone will be who they want to be, even if that is all the really desire.

Life is not what some want it to be. If you live in your perfect little house, with your perfect little family. Then maybe for some, life is a desire. Life is filled with opportunities, you can take the paths you want, because you can. Some are restricted in a tunnel, a tunnel with an end so hollow there is so little meaning life is worthless.

One day, these two people will wake up, and realize how wrong they are about each others lives. Nothing is ever that bad and nothing is ever that good. Nothing is what it is put out to be.

Something that bothers me a lot, is people who complain, when they have little to no reason to. I'd like to think I have a reason. I don't know how everyone else's' lives are, but the picture that has been painted, looks decent to me. To me if you get to have breakfast all the time, get medicine when your sick and get help when you need it, would be a better life.

Someday I'll soar.

If I could ask for anything in life, it would be for acceptance. I'd throw honesty and compassion out the window of my top values. Because sometimes in life all you need to know is that someone accepts you for who you are and what you want to be, and you feel happier.

No one can understand the way I feel. Nor can I understand the way others feel. But if I could make it possible, or more clear, I would.

I know that this will be misread as something totally different, because that's just what I do. I can't get meaning of anything right, I don't know the way other people will express things. My world doesn't make sense to others. And maybe this is why I can't handle people who don't understand all the good they have.

Sometimes I want to slap certain people in the face and start screaming. Because they don't understand what it means to truly have a life that sucks. Just because I'm smiling doesn't mean I'm happy. I will admit that the happiest place for me is school.

We built a perfect house in a perfect town. We dreamt a perfect dream and broke it down.

Just tell them we're happy.

One day, I will be all I can be, maybe that is nothing. But to me nothing is something. One day I will be above all those people who didn't believe I could do anything. All those people who think I'm stupid because I'm not as smart as them. I have one rebuttle for them: I haven't even begun to try.

Someday I'll be so damn much more