so this is me swallowing my pride

and this is the part of life i like to call: responding.


first of all, it amazes me how i can listen to a taylor swift song, even now, and analyze every piece of it.
because of certain people, i've learned to look for certain things in artist's.

making songs that sound that same just works for taylor.
people still like her. people still buy her albums. it's just us that realize that they're all the same and about the same thing.

"stop and stare, i think i'm moving but i go nowhere. and i know that everyone gets scared. but i've become what i can't be."

oh, can you see what i see?

i'm supposed to be writing a response paper.
i get so distracted.
maybe i stopped trying because i just got a 90% on a test.
i realized that i've been rocking at school.
and here's the part where i stop caring.
here's the part where i slack.
why does that have to happen?
why can't i always be challenged?
i take that back... i like understanding things.

also, i look like a bit of a mess currently.
and i came to the realization that i don't care.
i'm in the comfort of my own home... if i'm a mess it doesn't really matter.

"you gave me roses and i left them there to die."
ouch.
you know what else?
things aren't the same.
and i'm not okay with it.
mehh.

moral of the story: i have to finish responding.