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.