Lost In My Paris

                                                I
                                                I
                                             came
                                           to Paris
                                           because
                                        I was lost. I
                                             was
                                             lost
                                             in a
                                           world
                                          that was
                                       just learning
                                       the alphabet
                                      while  I  was
                                     reciting poetry
                                     They couldn't
                                   understand why I
                          feel what               I feel. So
                            I went                   Paris.Where                
                      they don't                      know me.
                They don't know how  I feel, but they still
  care.And when you close your eyes you could just  feel the
   beauty surrounding you. The fresh smell of coffee mixed                             
         with the smell of                           new fallen rain on
    the pavement.And                                 when you open your
         eyes you see                                         endless amounts of
      pine trees and                                             coffee shops. The
   moon is shining                                               so bright you need
sunglasses to see                                                 It's at its fullest full
and I have never                                                  seen anything so
beautiful The                                                       streets were lined with
the finest bakery's                                            and cafes but there were no lines
    Live music filled the street that made you and your heart happy
    Tourists would come from all over
    But they couldn't see and feel the beauty like we could.
    So they never stayed long
    They left, and we were happy to see them go
Every morning I woke up in Paris felt like another good reason to be alive

Final Final Final

Final day to tell "the truth"
Final day to say what's really on my mind



And to say what I've really wanted to say all along;

Fake people make me uncomfortable
Maybe that's why going to school is so hard for me

Depression is more than just feeling sad

Food always seems to taste better after midnight

The reason I don't post once a week isn't because I forget
It's because nothing ever seems good enough to say

The stereotype of a football player is almost always wrong
But the stereotype of a cheerleader is almost always right

Real friends won't watch as you sit alone at lunch

I drink Starbucks and read books... because I like it
Not because everyone else is doing it

Drives up the canyon are something we take for granted
because they are so "mainstream"
but we're lucky to live in such a beautiful place

We're supposedly supposed to get 8 hours a sleep 
But I paint until 4 am on school nights
Because it makes me happy
(and I always regret it in the morning)

Sometimes I look out at the rain and think
How something so beautiful can seem so sad

And I wish I could just ask Siri how to fix sadness
But it's not that easy.