I've only been used to running, walking seems so boring now

"I'll take a shot of tequila, a shot of whiskey and a double shot of adrenaline"
I like it fast. Fast and dizzying. Fast enough to get my heart racing, my head spinning and my blood running so fast through my veins that I feel that they might explode. I like extreme emotions, I like feeling everything I feel to the max. And I don't see anything wrong with that. I don't like taking my time, I think it's useless, I think life is meant to be lived to the max.
You think I'm going too fast, that it's all going too fast and going nowhere, so if you think you know where this should go, tell me, because I think you're about as lost as I am. I hate plans. Let's just see as we go, mistakes are meant to be made and learned from, and a scarred heart is harder than one that has never been bruised at all.

"Half angel, half wild, half a lady, half a child"
You don't know me. No one really does I think, because I'm not even sure I know myself that well. I lie down and reach out, trying so hard to grab one of the stars in the sky so I can put it in a jar and keep it for when I need to find my way back home. But they're far, too far...all I seem to grasp is air and the occasional fly that flies by. It's starting to get cold, even my bed is freezing, I'm shivering no matter how warm I seem to be. Maybe I need more warmth, more you, but I don't think you want to. Trust. To be continued eventually.


"Roll the dice, it's double or nothing"
I'm a gambler, but that you may have noticed already either from the ink trapped in my arm in the shape of a gambling Joker or from the way I gamble my heart out and hope this time I'll win. Funny thing, I never do. I bet you this time, I'm not going to get hurt. Oh...no, wait... too late for that, it already happened. Oh well, better luck next time, becaue yes, there is a next time, there is one all the time. I'm either naive or stupid, it depends on who's judging, but most think I'm just an idiot. I'm not. I just like to subconsciously sabotage myself and then wonder why the hell am I miserable. Yeah. Adrenaline junkie. And I'm nowhere close to rehab.