Torn.

Choose.

Hazy.

When there's so much goingon that you just don't know what to say. And everyone thinks they know what's best for you. Everyone's right. And plausible. And you love everyone. And you don't know what to do, and no one understands that you don't know what to do. And you forget who you are, and what you want, and right when you feel like you know what you're going to do someone says something that sets a fire of entirely new thoughts. And you don't know what your heart can handle or how strong you are. And the one thing you know is that nothing makes sense. And you have trust issues, and fall in love too easliy. And everyone loves you, but no one loves each other. And everything is hazy. And you're scared of reliving a nightmare, and you want to trust. And you over think absolutely everything. And you know you're going to be awake for hours. And you don't know how to feel but you know that when you're around them, you're happy. You're you. And everyone knows what you should feel except for you. And it's not fair. And you can't tell the difference between your head and your heart.

Bridges British Beanies Man.

It seems to me that people fall apart too easliy. We are all so cryptically similar.
She is.. lost. And she knows it. And he want's to fix her, though he's the reason she was broken. He has no idea who he is anymore. She does not want this again. She is beautifully struggling. We are all beautifully struggling. To decide. To find. To know. To be. We all want to be. The man with the beanie who I slid the fairytale book to at the coffee shop, he wants to be. The boy who should be british, he wants to be. The girl on the banana bridge with the bright pink rainboots wants to be. Okay. We all want to be okay, and content, and sure. But isn't that messy unsure feeling lovely? That messy unsure feeling paints my heart over and over again. And it is lovely. We all want to be okay. Find comfort. Tell stories. Go for a drive. Buy coffee. Run a stop sign. Be.