• When a person laughs too much, even on stupid things, that person is sad deep inside
• When a person sleeps a lot, that person is lonely
• When a person talks less and if he talks fast, that person is keeping a secret
• When a person can’t cry, that person is weak
• When a person eats in an abnormal way, that person is in tension
• When a person cries on little things, that person is softhearted
• When someone asks about you although that someone is busy, he/she really loves you

(Source: shyieesolove)

It was corny but as I reread the texts you sent me I smiled.
A trife infantile how the conversations we had seemed so meaningful and I was desperate to make them last a while. I can’t say why you crept into my heart without warning and how how I looked forward to daylight breaking to text you good morning but I know I lusted for it, with all my teenage naivety and innocence, I was desperate for you to see me in a different light, but it seems like great torment. For every time I open my mouth for words to speak, it’s as though you’re in front of me and I feel meek. I mean everytime I think of sending that text, how can I if I end up making our friendship worth less. I mean, all I want is to be valued, to mean something to you because just reading and rereading something sent from you fills me with glee and for the moment I feel like the only one, the only one who’s company you need but then I remember. You told me about she. I am not a selfish one to believe, that the he that I desire needs only be with me. So I set you free. I already know I’m not the one so I wish you would stop faking with me. Don’t be nice to me because I know that’s just who you are and the sweet things you say are only because we don’t exist as an entity, we are not conjoined, we are just you and me. I’m your friend, the homie and I hide it so stealthily, so perfectly who are you to see? My problem with unmasking the truth is that the truth remains a rarity. Who am I to know that this will not shock you, scare you away from me. This summer in all it’s sweltering heat and dramatic never ending bull would be an amazing feat…..to accomplish if I could keep you here by me. I can’t understand it or explain it but when I’m with you my heart evokes it. This feeling with no name, was it like? Not sure if I can put my finger on how to describe it but those warm and fuzzy feelings inside, yeah I liked that shit. So how about for now I keep things clean, not rush to make things complicated, even obscene? How’s about I keep things nice and simple, I’ll wait until my heart moves on before letting you in on…what I’ve been hiding, my secret because I’m only young so that heartbreak nonsense you can keep it. I’ve got years ahead of me before I find the one. For now you’re the reason I smile but you’re also the reason I’m like ooh child. How can one be so dense, so thick not to see it. I believe it, I’m so close to conceiving it but all the while, for now, you’re the reason I smile. I really do hope, you stay quite a while. How’s about it? Just for now? Why don’t you remain my small reason to smile? :)

if my followers think I’m depressed? Maybe I should write about my good days too. It’s usually that when I’m having fun, I’m busy having fun. I don’t think to take instagram pics or blog all the nice moments but I think I should. It’ll give me a fresh out look and perspective when I’m frustrated with things because I literally blog out all my sad feelings. I want to try writing happy poetry or rap or whatever I write.