And I continue

Nothing is really what it seems anymore, no one notices the real and the fake because we mold them into one. God damn, I can't tell you how true that is. I update tumblr more. I'm stuck.

It's my birthday weekend. Last two nights were a blur but I've got some bug bites and scuffed knees reminding me I went out.

Why am I always standing up for you, kid? I hate when people call you a douche bag because they don't know you like I do. You're such a public being, and I can tell you keep most close; I'll never know it all.

Ugh, no one reads this. But I'll continue regardless.

I'm Haley, I'm now seventeen and I write because I don't have a reason.
It used to be about keeping myself busy, lately it's more keeping myself sane and present.
I can't help it, but I get lonely; I don't have things to touch, taste, break in pieces.
I'm human, there's beauty in that but few take notice.
Time just goes on, I can't wait for the day where it'll stop for me.
Just remembered: time is never taken, given, or borrowed.
And it sure as Hell won't wait for me, it's nice to pretend, though.
I'm still pretty young, making excuses, I still can.
It'd be nice if you took the time to get to know me, I'm not all I'm cracked up to be.
I'm over high school, I just want my city.