Dakota.
Music is my life. I drink way too much tea/coffee, work out like crazy, and write lots of love songs. My guitar is my best friend. Wise beyond my years. Dreamer and a lover. I think laughter is the best medicine and I have a really big heart. Optimistic, but not naive. I'm an old soul. I'd like to travel the world. You'll always catch me smiling. I haven't found my way just yet, but I'm getting there. :)
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I’m very tired. Gonna relax and start reading Dear John (God help me, haha) and then get some sleep.
Goodnight!
…By the way, I’m okay tonight… and that’s all that matters. :)
One day I’m gonna be loved the way I deserve.
He’s going to think I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever set his eyes on, he’ll find my imperfections cute, he’ll melt when I sing to him. He’ll hold my hand and kiss my forehead and call me to tell me he misses me as soon as we’ve parted ways.
And most importantly, I won’t have to question his feelings because he’ll make sure I know that he loves me more than anything.
I can wait patiently for that.
Sweet like candy to my soul, sweet you rock and sweet you roll.
Lost for you, I’m so lost for you…
There are far, far better things ahead than any we leave behind.
—C.S. Lewis
I’m really at the point now where I don’t want to see or talk to anyone anymore. Maybe only one person and since they aren’t really talking to me much, I need to let go of that one too.
Facebook has been gone all weekend and I like it better this way, at least for now. Tyler is deleted from my phone, I don’t even want to see him at work and when he comes by I’m not going to pay attention to him at all. If Russ ever decides to call, I’m not answering. If T or J try to hit me up, I’m not answering them either.
I’m just done. I really don’t want to be bothered with any of the bullshit anymore. Words can’t emphasize how done I am.
It’s time for me.
Into Your Arms || The Maine
I need to find my way back to the start.
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The rule was, write songs, just write em’. And don’t worry if they’re good or bad while you write them. If I was going to have a songwriting class, the first day would be 15 mins long. I’d say “write me a song as bad as you can make it.” And you would see a lot of people not coming in for that next class, cuz they’d be too afraid to write the bad song. You gotta start from 0. If you start writing bad songs you start writing better songs and then you start getting really good. If you try to get in the building on the 12th floor you’ll never make it. You have to get in the basement floor and work up from there.
—John Mayer
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NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY
