MAGIC STOLE MY INNOCENCE

A blog for my mind that is constantly in a turmoil...

Sometimes I think too much, expect too much, want too much. Some people only dream of the material things in life. Some think a nice watch, a sick car, a monstrous house and some spectacular paying job will mean they lived...I mean whatever happened to being happy? As full of shit as that line may be, I believe it. I'm not trying to be philosophical or jazzy or make up some trite nonsense. I think though, that hurting people and being hurt, being surrounded then being completely alone....it makes you less vulnerable. It makes you aware about the truths and triumphs of the world. Lately, I've stopped wanting.