I get tired of the thought that i need someone else to make me happy.

Im thinking over a cigarette and staring at the full moon, lost in a stoned train of thought.

In order to progress successfully i must learn how to first make myself happy. 

My heads been stuck up my ass. Im not afraid to admit when im wrong. But i never intentionally wanna be wrong. I make one mistake after another out of shear justification. 

I came to the conclusion that I dont wanna talk bullshit anymore.

I wanna be something great and in order to do so i have to learn independence in its finest form. 

I just keep getting dissapointed, cuz im holding these people up so high, and not taking into consideration that they’re only human, they have their own justification, their own walk of life, their own mind. 

Ive been pretty self absorbed, and in knowing that i can not only talk about it but be about it.