sometimes i wish i had the power to control the rapid movement in my anger, but most of the time i just wish i wasn’t such an angry person. isn’t it scary how some people can make you so happy you feel like you’re about to burst? or how there are some people who can always make you laugh, even if it’s just a facebook comment or a text message? i find it scary how some boys can give you butterflies just from touching your hand, or how just noticing some people, even from a distance, can make your entire day seem worthwhile. when did i become this way? when did everything decide to unanimously change, and why was i the one left behind to pick up the broken pieces?

sometimes life is not fair, but i guess you didn’t need me to tell you that.