......idk

I always plan on writing good posts,

But my heart’s never in the right place late Sunday nights.

And it’s hard to listen to your heart when your ears and heart are so far from each other.

So I write upside down so the blood rushes to my head,

And I put my hand on my chest so i can feel something.

my heart knows I’ll fall for it every time:

Making me think we had something one minute, 
then leaving me the next.

And I think you did something to my heart-But not in the heartbreak kind of way, because I never did love you. And after all you put me through, i still hope you're doing better than me.

 I’d love to see the size of your heart,

      And if a heart affects the size of a heart.

I turned eighteen two months ago, and I'm afraid I'm turning old.

symptoms: correcting friends' grammar, long naps, falling asleep in movie theaters, poor eyesight, short-term memory loss, caught saying phrases such as "rowdy teenagers",

my chiropractor says I have a lot of problems for a teenage girl..
Maybe he doesn't know I'm an adult now. 

deleted my original post

..because i was afraid of people reading it. 

"I've been worryin' that we all live our lives in the confines of fear."

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dnxCxHLAqn8

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48 thoughts a minute

70,000 thoughts a day
18 years old when your brain stops growing
7.3 billion people on this earth
25 people in the united states that share my full name
1 year ago seemed like yesterday
1 day ago i didn't know that at 11:59 pm today i'd write the word "thinking"
365 days from today i don't know what i'll be doing1 minute ago this post became late
27 years and i'll be as old as my mom
10 months until i'm a freshman again
18 years is so old...
18 years is so young.

bricks are bricks

Today in Sunday school a girl told us that if we think we have trials bricks, then we should stop complaining because our bricks are nothing compared to other people's bricks...

and that really bothered me

because bricks are bricks.

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Human, scene 1

FADE-IN:

ALBANY'S BACKYARD - DUSK


ALBANY is sitting outside admiring the inconsistency of the clouds, and the reliability of the sun,
tan lines from a content summer, and an annual cold to welcome the new season.

NARRATOR

she has a thousand and three thoughts in her brain,

and her fingertips are ready to type, but end up waiting longer than they wanted to.

her head hurts from the week
and seems to hurt even more when she realizes 
tomorrow is called monday.

In her brain, she hears her teacher ask, "what makes you human?"
but that question is too difficult for her, so
she changes it to: "prove you're not a robot"

ALBANY

i  love things, i hate things

i want things, i need things

i feel things

NARRATOR

   she remembers how it felt when her stomach dropped after she found out he/he/he/she/ too many had left the earth,
her face turns red when she's embarrassed, her heart beats a little faster when he leans in for a kiss, and she gets chills every time she hears Wait by M83.

then her fingers start typing...

ALBANY

What Makes Me Human by albany grey