Lean Me On.

Searching for a feeling of safety
to comfort the vacant space
located in the top left corner of the chest. 

It might be difficult to convince yourself this,

but 

we're all human

and 

we're all in need of some sort of company. 

I've repeatedly repeated to myself

that I am not a needy person. 

This statement will continue to prove itself true. 

However, 

I do miss my

papa, mama, grama, grapa

sophs

law23

afro

:'c 

Oh, I really need to know,
or else you got to let me go. 

Shivers that you give me 

keep me freezing all night, 

you make me

shudder. 

You knock me down I can't get up,

I'm stuck,

need to stop shaking me up.

I can't sleep can't think sane,

I'm sinking under.

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Mayo Cookie 
now part of the Cookie Family.
c:

I'll be a shoulder,

for you to lean on.

And as my heart gets softer, 

I'll begin to wonder

now who do I lean on.

Agist.

Half glass full of happiness, Half glass full of emptiness.  

I don't have anything against

Alcohol. 

I just refuse to let myself come in contact with the matter.

You may say I'm

antisocial

nerdy

weird

retarded

but in truth

I enjoy my own company

dreadful small-fonted textbooks with slight melodies of jazz

treading home slowly with my small yet heavy backpack

occasionally stop and stare at the azure night sky

hello, Moon.

I'd have to say,

to me this is much more enjoyable than

waking up disgusted trying to remember what happened last night. 

As human beings, 

we grow

we mature

we change for the better.

Unfortunately,

some don't.

Regardless of their current age. 

I may be Eighteen

but my juvenility is much less than yours. 

So, 

with all genuineness 

coming from the bottom of my 

heart,

I hope you grow up c: 

and stop what you're doing, 

because we both know

that 

it's going end in

embarrassment 

and more. 

is NOT cool.

at all. 

Ranking, Second hand.

In the still air,
I can smell hints of winter creeping in
with traces of tobacco roaming elsewhere.

There are way too many smokers around campus

All the second hand smoke inhaled

is enough to cause me some lung cancer

in no time. 

Ironically,

 Second hand smoke

appeals to me. 

why?

It doesn't seem physically possible, 

but sometimes I do feel like I am inhaling in 

bits and pieces

of such sentiments

these smokers are eager to liberate 

out of their system. 

I'm not turning into a potential smoker.

I promise.

If my heart was a house, you'd be home.

If I asked

What level of importance might I fall under

What would your answer be.

If you asked

What order might I have placed you

...

Simply,

none.

Because you've snuck into one of the rooms in my heart.

If I had to choose,

I'd rather be with someone who'd lavish me affection 

regardless of the amount I give back.

I'm 

obnoxious, terrible, repulsive, dreadful, revolting

when it's comes to 

...

One-sided situations.