Resistance

id love to be able to spill out all of the thoughts in my head right now, but i think they are better off spoken, if the words ever come out, that is. i feel like everytime i talk i'm talking to life in the face, i'm saying "i didn't give up. i cared enough." and i cared enough, and maybe more than enough. sometimes running from your problems may look the same as running, but i think i've grown to look through that shit. all i want is for everyone to just be happy, to get through their shit. i just want the motions to stop moving us so much, because it's hard to see where we used to be, we strayed so much. man, it's so hard to get people back out on the scene. i'm trying, ya know, because fuck, i gave up too. i did! of everyone, i came in with a fuck it from the start. but i got so much out of this shit, and there's still so much more to squeeze out. this ain't the end, see we're still learning...we're still going through this shit, and i can honestly say that fuck...grown a lot. all i'm saying is don't give up. not about this shit, about daily shit in general. don't give up. don't run. just because you take your time and you forget, doesn't mean you should just accept it. nah, you need to change, take action. only in action can a real change happen. even if it's just within yourself. i'm babbling. i feel like i'm fighting everyone, and sometimes i feel like i'm losing. because i'm fighting to keep this good attitude to share it with everyone, but sometimes i just get bogged down by my own self. i dunno. there's a lot to say...