It's queer how songs can interpret your emotions and put everything into perspective.. I find that if im really obsessed with a song then that song is saying what I'm thinking at the time.. so here's a song I found to better explain what I failed to explain in my earlier post from today haha :) The song is 'Painting Flowers' by All Time Low..

'Strange maze, what is this place?
I hear voices over my shoulder,
Nothing's making sense at all.
Wonder, why do we race?
When everyday we're runnin' in circles,
Such a funny way to fall.

Tried to open up my eyes,
I'm hopin' for a chance to make it alright.


When I wake up,
The dream isn't done.
I wanna see your face,
And know I made it home.
If nothing is true,
What more can I do?
I am still painting flowers for you.

Show my cards,
Gave you my heart,
Wish we could start all over.
Nothing's makin' sense at all.
Tried to open up my eyes,
I'm hopin' for a chance to make it alright.

When I wake up,
The dream isn't done.
I wanna see your face,
And know I made it home.
If nothing is true,
What more can I do?
I am still painting flowers for you,
I am still painting flowers for you.

I heard everything you said,
I don't wanna lose my head,
When I wake up,
The dream isn't done.
I wanna see your face,
And know I made it home.
If nothing is true,
What more can I do?

I am still painting flowers for you,

I am still painting flowers for you.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yS1uKK3yhCQ

 I haven't had a lot to write about lately.. or rather the time or urge to write! A lot of things have been happening lately.. I kind of wish things would just slow down. I have this weirdd sensation of vertigo; i feel as if maybe im doing something wrong? Or is it that im doing the right thing and im just a little unsure? Is what im doing even able to constitute as wrong or right??
 So you see, im confused. :/ Why should i even be confused about this? Is it normal? I feel as if Im in a blindingly white room, with no sense of time or direction. I'm one of those spinning things at parks; I'm turning round and round with only a vague idea of what the blurs around my spinning world are; not even knowing the time of day. How does a mind find itself out of that mess of blurred colors and forms? Of undistinguishable chaos?

Me and Jesus :) Haha we just finished performing Stations of the Cross at our church and we're having a mini mosh pit in the backround. :)