| ever get the feeling that you just want to slip out of your own skin and mind and into a brand new one. without the scars, without the memories or the guilt and just without yourself? a brand new start...that's wat i need. a new beginning that won't end with wanting a new beginning. i'm tired. i want a new me. i'm tired of me.  |
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|  I finally got around to writing my philosophy essay! Honestly though, it was really easy. I mean it's pure bs. hehee.  I'm actually really nervous about my exams because now more than ever they mean soooo very much to me. So, mental slap to self *SLAP* "STUDY HARD YOU %#&$*%!!". I can't wait for Jan to be over and open my doors to let Feb into my home. The month of looovvee and the month for that special someone. Then again, you're ALL special to meeeee.  . |
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|  Candles are beautiful things, they calm me, they relax me...they make me think. The flickering of the flame, the sweet scented aroma and the steady melting of wax. I could spend hours staring...staring at the unlit candle that was once so carefully shaped, so perfectly perfect. It's existence more glorified then ever when the murderous flame sparks light. It's elegancy, it's beauty gently demolishes as the fire engulfs it as one. Whose existence without one another will never be fulfilled or sustained. The candle is now imperfect, melting into a puddle of nothing . But perfect because of it's imperfections. RIP.
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