I'm thinking

...half of the things I've blogged on this place isnt what u wanna read.

I'm thinking...I'm not putting myself out there anymore. I'm keeping it in. You'd have to lure me out.

I'm thinking...sometimes u live for someone else. You become stronger and you wipe away those tears u cried for someone because of another someone else. You get up and re-do the simple easy things you used to do, like the act of placing one foot in front of another, like brushing your hair, like talking, like watching. You do it not because u want to. You do it coz that someone else expects you to. You'd be the living dead if there's no one else. Please be my someone. That someone else.