For You.

This is for you.
This is for the broken hearted. The broken spirited. Who don't know what
to do with their lives anymore. This is for the guy who works three jobs. Both
day and night. For the dad who works his butt off and still can't pay for Christmas.

Keep Going.

This is for the girl that is hopelessly in love with the popular kid. Even though she
knows she will never get him. This is for the kid who wants to move out and move on.
And never look back. This is for the 24 year old that is still VL and fine with it. For the
girl that moved her senior year, and can't make friends.

Keep Going.

This is for the kids that go unnoticed. This is for the husband who spends all of his time
trying to make his wife happy, but nothing seems to work. This is for the people that
want to give up, but still keep pushing. This is for the little girl that grew up believing
in fairy tales, and no matter how many times she is broken, she will not give up on
the dream of 'one day'.
 
Keep Going.

This is for the geniuses that no one seems to understand.  This is for the people
that smile even though they have no reason to. This is for the people that don't
care. This is for the girl who can't find where she belongs. To the boy who never
really has been able to play sports. This is for the kid who can't get an A in school.
Who is treated like he is stupid. Even though he spends hours every day studying.

This is for you.
This is the hope.
The hope that one day things will change.
But no matter what. No matter where life takes you.
Keep going.

I Keep Forgetting.

I keep forgetting to clean my room.

No matter how many times I am told.

It is much like doing my homework, or anything else I don't feel like doing. I avoid it.

But I will get it done sometime. On my own terms. 

Although it has never happened before.

I continue hoping one day it will. One day I will have enough time to do everything I don't want to do. 

After I do everything I want to of course.

I am sick of being bossed around to do something that is not important to me.

When will I be able to make my own decisions?

When will I own myself?

Maybe when I turn eighteen. Or move away to college. But who knows.

I am sorry I cannot be perfect. I am sorry I continually procrastinate. And never get good enough grades because I do not try hard enough.

One day, I will get it all done. One day I will clean my room. But not today, I am sorry.

I will ignore the askings once again. And it will stay a mess.

Because that is the way I like it.

And I am sorry, but tonight is not the last time you will see the light. On past two in the morning.

Because I like being up that early. Doing things I should have done earlier.

Tangled.

Ordinary World: Rapunzel lives with her evil "mother" Gothel in a tower deep in the forest. She has never been into the outside world, because Gothel decides it is safer for her to stay inside. Rapunzel lives her days dreaming of the world outside the tower.
Call to Adventure: Rapunzel is quickly coming to her sixteenth birthday, on which floating lights will fill the sky, as they have on her birthday in previous years. She wants to see these lights up close, but has never been given the chance.
Refusal of Call: One day, a thief named Flinn Rider climbs the walls of the tower, and is taken captive by Rapunzel. She tells him she will let him go and give him his crown back if he will take her to see the lights. Although she is eager at first, she soon becomes scared and wants to return home.
Meeting with the Mentor: Flinn Rider has to convince Rapunzel to continue on her journey, and keeps her safe with him throughout the journey.

Crossing the Threshold: Rapunzel has to climb out of the tower for the first time in her life. At first she is hesitant, but she quickly forgets her fear for a while.
Tests, Allies, and Enemies: Rapunzel is tested when she chooses to trust Flinn Rider to take her to see the lights. She is also tested when she disobeys her mother's rule to "never leave the tower". She quickly becomes friends with Maximus the horse, and also the men at "The Ugly Duckling", who help her throughout the story. Her enemies are Mother Gothel, and also the two men after Flinn Rider.
Approach: Wicked Mother Gothel tricks Rapunzel into thinking Flinn Rider only wanted the crown, and did not care about her at all. She convinces Rapunzel to come back to live with her in the tower.
Ordeal: Rapunzel fell in love with Flinn Rider, and now she regrets everything because he left her for a crown. She now realizes that what Mother Gothel said about the world being a horrible place is true.
Reward: Rapunzel realizes that she is princess of the kingdom, and Mother Gothel kidnapped her as a child. As the story is revealed to Rapunzel, she realized everything her mother has said was a lie.
The Road Back: Though Rapunzel is trapped in the tower once more, she now knows the truth, and wants to be free. She is finally starting to fight back.
Resurrection:When Flinn Rider comes to save Rapunzel, he gives up his life, or she must stay in the castle forever. He cuts her hair so that she might be free of Mother Gothel, and he dies.
Return with Elixir: Because of Rapunzel's magical powers, her tears are able to bring Flinn Rider back to life. They get married in the kingdom, and live happily ever after.

Stuck.

Lucy's life was boring. It wasn't that nothing happened. Because it did.

She woke up every day at 6. She went to school every day at 7.

She did her homework after school every day until 6.

She had dinner after homework, watched t.v. for a few hours, then went to bed.

Life repeated the next day. Always the same. It wasn't horrible.

But it never changed. It was stuck. In a cycle that couldn't be broken.

Sure, she could skip doing her homework, but what would that do?

Give her bad grades? She could miss school. Which would also ruin her grades.

Lucy wasn't really known at school. She was quiet.

Even though she had so much to say, she wasn't known as the type that would speak out.

And she found out soon enough that you can't really change a reputation.

Especially after being stuck in the same place for your whole life.

She didn't play sports. She was good at them, she just wasn't known as the type that would.

But everything changed that one day in October.

Lucy was told by her parents that they were moving.

Far away from the place she had lived her whole entire life.

Questions:
Will Lucy become someone different?
What will moving do to her?
Does Lucy have anything to lose?

Blurbs.

Run - Snow Patrol
He and she are growing apart. And they don't want the future to happen. Things are
coming at them. Quicker than ever. But they are keeping a smile on their faces. And
going with it. Even if it means growing apart. Because they know the feelings will
never disappear.

Sympathy - The Goo Goo Dolls
John is angry. He ruined everything and wishes he could go back and fix it. He lost
himself somewhere, and can't find who he used to be. And now he is wondering why
anyone cared.Or still cares about him.

Fix You - Coldplay
Felipe will do anything for Rose. But he feels he will never be enough. No matter what,
he will continue trying. He knows he has failed many times before. She has been hurt by
many. Including him. But together they can redo it all. He can fix her.

The Little Boy.

It is not happy here.
Never has been and probably never will be.  
We don't enjoy it at all. Either of us.
But we learn to get by. We help each other.
Spending hours on end talking. Taking long car rides to nowhere.
It amazes me. I remember the days when we used to fight.
All of the time.
I hated him more than anyone.
Or at least I thought I did.  
He was the mean boy. The one that would punch and hit me.
The one that called me mean names. And knew how to make me cry.
But it changed one day.
One day, he no longer hit me. One day, he stuck up for me.
One day, he started telling me everything. And I told him everything.
One day, we became best friends.
That one day, unlike most, lasted.
It is now that little boy that used to punch me
and call me names that I want to talk to when I am sad.
It is that little boy that used to sit on me that I take for drives to talk.
It is that little boy that I trust more than anything. And always have.
It is that little boy that helps me get by. And I try to do the same for him.
It is that little, now grown up boy that I love more than anything.
Even if I never thought I would.

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Their instinct told them not to go into the village. They would not find help there. The villagers knew about the camp, yet nobody had come to help, except those women, once. And besides, the village was too close to the camp. They might meet a person who would send them right back there. They turned their backs and walked away, keeping close to the tall grass by the side of the road. If only they could drink something, thought the girl. She felt faint with thirst, with hunger.

They walked for a long time, pausing and hiding when they heard an occasional car, a farmer taking his cows home. Were they going in the right direction? She didn't know. But at least, she knew they were heading farther and farther away from the camp. She looked at her shoes. They were falling apart. Yet they had been her second best pair. The pair for special occasions, like birthdays and the cinema and visiting friends. She had bought them last year with her mother. It seemed so long ago. Like another life. The shoes were too small now. They pinched her toes.

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Finally.

She Turned her back.

She was getting away. Finally

Where was she going?

She didn't know.

No one would come looking.

She knew that.

She was falling apart.

It seemed so long ago.

Much like another life.

She turned back.

Worried at what she might see.

It was gone now.

She was getting finally away.
Finally.

One Day.

One day, I will mean something to someone.

One day, I will do my homework. 

One day, I will stand up to them.

One day, I will tell them how I really feel. 

One day, I will get into the college of my dreams.
One day, I will stop losing things. 

One day, I will be normal.

One day, I will tell him that I like him.

One day, I will have complete freedom.

One day, I will write that sorry note.
One day, I will open that textbook.

One day, I will look into the mirror and be happy with what I see.

One day, I will be on time. To something.

One day, I will clean my room.
One day, I will fill out a job application.

One day, I will come up with something new.

One day, I will be happy with what I have become.

One day, I will wake up when my alarm goes off.

One day, I will stop biting my fingernails.

One day, I will grow.

One day, I will pay attention in class.

One day, I won't give up on everything.

One day, I will change.

Broken.

Remember when you little brother broke your favorite toy?
You were devastated.
You cried until Dad promised he would fix it, but that never happened.
You forgot soon enough, and that once-favorite toy eventually got thrown out.
With new and better toys, you never thought of it again.

Remember when you fell off the slide at school?
Remember managing to break your arm?
You had never hurt so much.
You cried until Mom picked you up.
And then the doctor put that bright blue cast on it.
It still hurt a bit, but you forgot soon enough about the horrible pain you once felt.

Remember moving?
You were shattered.
You had no idea it would ever be that hard.
You cried for three months, until you finally made a friend.
But after that, moving didn't matter so much.
You forgot about your old friends, and slowly stopped emailing them every week.
The pain of moving was gone.

Remember times with no friends?
You didn't think you could get up for school.
You begged your parents not to make you go.
Nothing was worse than eating lunch alone.
Nothing was worse than the word alone.
People were mean.
But soon enough, you did fit in with someone.
You forgot about being alone. You forgot about mean people.

Remember that broken heart?
No one had ever made you hurt that much before.
You vowed you would never get over it.
But soon you realized he wasn't worth it.
And neither was the pain.
You left it behind, and forgot about him, and all the hurt he caused you.

Somehow, you are still feeling pain.
For some reason you think that this one is worse than all of the others.
That nothing and no one will ever be able to make it better.
Once again you are lost and confused.
Life is changing and falling apart right in front of you.
Everything is broken.
But soon,  you will realize that this is stupid, really.
You will forget soon enough, and this pointless pain will be gone.
This broken will be left alone forever.

Rock Out.

 Rock out like you just made the best wish on a shooting star...

and at the same time it was 11:11.

     Rock out like broken hearts...

     never had to happen.

Rock out like you have too much homework you didn't do...

and school just got canceled because of a snow storm.

     Rock out like the house is empty...

     and no one will be back until tomorrow.

Rock out like you just woke up...
and realized that everything horrible was just a dream.

     Rock out like that kid you have liked for five years...

     just told you he likes you back.

    

Rock out like you just found twenty bucks....

in pants you haven't worn for a year.

     Rock out like no one cares what you do with your life...

     and you are free to make your own decisions.

Rock out like its your last day of high school...

and graduation is tomorrow.

     Rock out like you should be hurting...

     but for some reason, you are done with that.

Rock out like there was a cure to becoming old...
and you just found it.

Rock out like you just realized what you are really here for...

and learned not to care what others think. 

This Crazy Idea We Call Life

Life.

Something given to everyone, but never thought about much by anyone.

It is amazing, really. 

Amazing that we are all here. Living. 

Creating societies, coming up with new ideas. Constantly. 

As people who started with nothing, it is amazing that we have so much. 

Where did this all come from? Everything is perfect. Think about it.

We are living on an earth that revolves around a sun. 

It is not close enough to burn, but not far enough away to freeze. 

It is perfect. It has everything we need to live on it. And so much more. 

It has so many little things for us to enjoy. 

Like sunsets and trees and shooting stars and mountains.

It has so many horrible things happen to it. 

But somehow, we continue on with life. 

There are other people on earth. 

With different ideas, beliefs, and backgrounds.

All with the same goal. To live a happy life.

We can communicate with each other. 

Find others with our same beliefs and ideas.

We can make friends. 

People who we think we couldn't find anywhere else in the world.

But somehow, we are placed in the same place at the same time. 

And maybe if we didn't see them in that split second.

Maybe if one thing was changed, nothing would have turned out the way it is. 

We are given families.Who are there to care for us and help us. 

And somehow, they spend years with us without getting too sick of us.

We are given so many freedoms and opportunities. 

So many things we don't even take time to think about. 

Everything around us is so perfect. 

Everything always seems to work out. 

So the question. What is life? 

And how did things work out to be just the way they are? 

I would like this answer. But I have no idea. 

I continue life like everyone else. Hoping one day I might know. 

Not trying to find the answer anywhere. Because no one is sure. 

Maybe one day we will understand something.

About this crazy idea we call life.

I Walk Alone.

I don't remember when I started walking. I don't remember where I came from. All I currently know is that I am alone. Alone on a street full of ruined dreams and wishes. Wishes that never would nor ever could come true. But I was never able to realize it.

I walk alone. I begin on a street that I once knew, but now have no recollection of. The street is covered in papers. Everywhere. Full of words that were never read and feelings that were never felt. I have a backpack with me. Full of pens and blank notebooks that will never be used.

I walk alone. The sky is dark. It is windy. The once meaningful papers begin to blow. Around and around. Blowing until they get caught on something and torn to shreds. I look around a bit more. There are many successful people on this street. All of whom seem to know each other. They are the people that I once wished to be like. The people I once wished to associate with. But I do not know any of them. Nor will I ever.

I walk alone. It starts to rain. The words on the pages still intact start to bleed. They bleed until there is nothing left to read. If I could. I continue walking. I have nothing to cover me, only the backpack on my back. The backpack containing things that will never be of any use. I put it over my head. And continue walking.

I walk alone. Everything around me is ruined. All of the words. All of the feelings. All of the memories and meanings. All gone. Anything left on the street is just shreds. Useless now. As if they had ever been of any use anyways.

I have an idea. Maybe I can start over. With the empty pages in my backpack. I pull out a notebook, and open it up. I have nowhere to begin. All the ideas I once had were gone. All of the feelings I once felt have disappeared. The dreams I once spent so much time chasing are broken.

I walk alone.

I'm Thinking About You.

Tonight I asked you what you think about most.

As always, your response was "I don't know."

Then you asked me.

And I responded with the same.
Even though I knew it was not true.

Not true at all.

What do I think about most?

You.
Always you.

The truth is I can't get you out of my head. 

I am constantly thinking about you. 

I think about you like clocks think about ticking. 

Like seconds think about minutes and minutes think about hours. 

I think about you like clouds think about rainstorms, and like umbrellas think about rain.

Like Eeyore thinks about being grumpy. 

Like Pooh thinks about honey.

I think about you like the earth thinks about spinning. 

Like the sun thinks about shining. 

Like grass thinks about growing.
I think about you like I think about how stupid the things I just said were.

I think about you like life thinks about lemons.
Like lemons think about lemonade.
Like we wonder where these phrases even came from, or how they make sense.

I think about you like calculators think about math. 

Like backpacks think about books and like books think about words. 

I think about you like teachers think about homework.
Like students think about the weekend.

I can't not think about you. Even if I try.
You are always somehow in my thoughts.

I think about you like cookies think about milk. 

Like brownies think about chocolate. 

Like I think about food. But more.

I think about you like monsters think about closets.

Like little kids think of checking under the bed every night.

Now I am asking myself.

When am I not thinking about you?

I think about you all of the time.

And when I do, I am always wondering.

Do you ever think about me like I think about you?

Love.

Love is the smell of freshly baked brownies.

Love is seeing a little kid smile.
Love is knowing that someone cares about you.
Love is the feeling you get before you go on a roller coaster.
Love is realizing it's the weekend.

Love is sitting by the fire with hot chocolate during a snowstorm.
Love is your favorite song coming first on shuffle.
Love is never ending conversations.
Love is opening a brand new book.
Love is taking a nap under a warm blanket.
Love is the feeling of sunshine on your face.
Love is dancing in the rain.
Love is realizing that someone is actually listening to you ramble on.

Love is dancing by yourself with your iPod in your ears at midnight.
Love is days with no homework.
Love is knowing that you have helped someone in some way.
Love is the feeling that you don't know how to get rid of, 

but wouldn't want to if you could.

Judging.

I will not begin with who or what I am, because I have no idea of that myself. How can you introduce yourself when you do not know who you are or where you came from? I will begin by writing about what is currently on my mind. The one word that bugs me most. 

Judging. 

Everyone does it, and it is impossible not to. Just walking down the halls at school you judge people by what they are wearing, who they are walking with, what they are doing, everything. Even if we do not mean to, we are constantly judging others. So why do we do this? Why do we put people into groups, and then avoid the groups that we do not agree with? Why do we put ourselves higher than others, or feel like we cannot talk to some people because they are too high up for us? I do not know the answers to these questions, because I myself cannot avoid doing these things. I just wish the world was not like this. I wish that we could hang out with anyone we wanted on the weekends. I wish that we could walk down the halls, and say 'hi' to everyone we passed, because they were all our friends. Everyone is different, so why should it matter what people do? Why can't people communicate as people, and not be seen by what sport they play, what club they are in, or who they are friends with? Why can't we see each other for what's on the inside? 

I wish I knew.