I Want To Move Out

Je suis ici pour vous

Mère,

Je voudrais vous dire combien je suis mal que vous avez dit que j'étais paresseux.J'étais tellement en colère. Vous ne voyez pas comment je fais tout tout seul? Bien sûr,vous n'avez pas. Nous ne voyons pas plus entre elles. Vous n'êtes pas ici quand je suiset vice-versa. Ce n'est pas une maison plus, la mère. Et vous avez toujours le faire. Vous devenez en colère et amer et me donner l'épaule froide, car j'ai élevé la voix. Maispourquoi devrais-je présenter des excuses lorsque tu me fais me déteste.

I feel like I'm waiting for you to break my heart.

F and D

one 10 and another 8.

here's to another 60.

well,

for one 40. =)

you guys can be so annoying.

but you guys.

were here for me

when I didn't know where to turn,

or go but down.

you guys saw the signs.

and saved me.

Thank you guys.

Je vous aime, mes ami.

Stop Bitching, Start a Revolution.

Je pense que la raison pour laquelle je suis attiré par elle, c'est parce que, elle se tient belle et innocente dans ce monde laid.

Should I have gone?

Should I not have come up with some stupid excuse like dinner?

Part of me wonders,

is this the last time I'll meet you guys?

I can't bear to look at you,

or talk to you,

to be in the same room as you.

It makes me uncomfortable.

Like I'm violated.

then thing is,

you did nothing wrong.

What happened, girl?

What happened,

to sharing everything.

what happened,

to no judgement,

just understanding was enough.

just listening.

Shit.

The world really screwed you over didn't it?

All too blinded by success and the fear of failure.

fear of

suffering;

poverty;

the unknown.

Until we're too fucking oblivious to see that we're freaking mindless automatons.

Living life without risk.

Then what's the point?

what's the point

of waking up in the morning

if all you do is the same old thing that you despise.

the thing that promised the material happiness that came with sticking to the rules, and the late nights studying, for what?

To ace a test based on a historian's beliefs on what is fact and what isn't?

Who are we trying to please?

the examiner?

our teachers?

parents?

when the hell do we stop and ask ourselves,

who is going to please me?

when am I actually living,

for myself?

How do we move forward,

when we're so stuck on the past?

yes,

we should learn from our mistakes,

but we cannot look forward when we don't turn our heads around.

or lift it up from a book.

When you're studying,

do you memorise?

do you understand?

maybe you don't memorise it, and you study it by understanding it.

but do you question why you're studying it?

why you are sacrificing 2 hours of your sleep

trying to connect the dots

of why you should multiply before you subtract?

why am I learning about things that make people tick,

when everyone is different?

now,

I ask you this.

When we were young,

out parents asked us to dream, big.

What happened to that?

Do they still tell you to do that?

Do they tell you to be practical?

Why did they lie?