"All I wanna do is find a way back into love." - Music & Lyrics

Falling back into the arms of Fate and into the depths of sweet, tangible words.
They are superficial, and that is why they harrass and make stories. All it takes is mutual knowledge and understanding to know why and to reason out. All else should be deemed unfair.

All I needed was to give up ten unsupported facts to obtain 5 concrete arguments. It's my Law of Arithmetic Returns, as I termed it. This LoAR is what will make me the happiest girl alive or at least the only girl who truly believes she is happy.

Call me naive, call me stupid, call me deceived. Call me anything you want. It's pointless to please others when you are unhappy yourself.

I think my mother is being sensitive towards my youth. I can sense real effort in trying to be a "friend" and less of an authoritative figure in the house but it's not working, really.

It's weird seeing you all grown up, licensed to drink, drive, smoke. It's weird how everything else is following suit in this manifestation of adulthood but perhaps it is a welcomed change. Perhaps I need to stop short with my world of fantasy, of mere dreams and never-going-to-happen recounts of Life.

I want to fly and never fall.