home is where the beach is

home is where the beach is

9.24.2012

Sitting, Waiting,...Wishing

I'd run through the desert and walk through the rain...
get you into trouble and take all the blame. 
I'd paint you a picture, write you a song..
and i'd do it all over if I got it wrong. 
I don't want to steal you away, or make you change the things that you believe. 
I just want to drink from the words you say,
and be everything you need.


So, it's been a while. 

I start to wander, I start to wander all over the place.
But some may say: Not all who wander are lost.

But then again, Maybe I am. 
Maybe I am lost...

I think I wander because i'm trying to escape myself. Lately, I'm just not who I want to be. It's always an adjustment. 

I want to be a good student. 
I want to be a good employee. 
I want to be a good girlfriend.
I want to be a good daughter. 
I want to be a good friend, a best friend. 

Right now, I'm just trying to be good enough. 

I'm stressing myself out trying to be good at all of these things, and i'm seeking approval from my professors, my boss, my boyfriend, my parents, my friends... I'm looking to them to tell me i'm good enough when it should be me setting my own standards. 
Shoot, My own standards freak me the hell out. 


But, Life is Good. 




At no point in my life have I ever missed so many things at the same time.