I can
almost see it
That dream I'm dreamin'
but
There's a voice inside my head
sayin'
You'll never reach
it
Every step I'm takin'
Every move I make
feels
Lost with no direction
My faith is
shakin'
But I
Gotta keep tryin'
Gotta keep my head held
high
There's always gonna be another
mountain
I'm always gonna wanna make it
move
Always gonna be an uphill
battle
Sometimes
I'm gonna have to lose
Ain't about how fast I
get there
Ain't about what's waitin' on the other
side
It's the climb
The Climb by: Miley
Cyrus
Memories of you #5
On
July 11th, you told me that I was your first true friend in high
school. I’m sitting here thinking about how you were my
first true (honest) friend. My friends were always so afraid to
be honest with me in fear of my wrath. The truth is…all I
ever needed was for one friend to tell me the
truth.
Memories of you #4
I remember our third conversation. I was sitting at the lunch table alone and you came to sit with me. I told you that I had just bought tickets to see Hawthorne Heights in concert, you asked if you could tag along and I bought you a ticket. You seemed excited to go even though my ex-boyfriend and my best friend were going with us. At the concert, you fell for my best friend and I can’t say that I wasn’t jealous. I wanted you to want me because my heart ached for you.
Memories of you #3
I remember our second conversation. We were at
camp where we were playing softball on the same team. You were
standing in the back to catch the balls and I was standing near
you to dodge them. You were laughing at me because I was trying
to run away from the bugs and you asked me if I was having fun. I
told you that I was forced to come and I hate softball and you
laughed again. You then began to ask me why I even came to East
Capitol and I told you my partial story. The look on your face
explained everything that night. A ball came flying at me and I
almost freaked out until you caught the ball in front of my face.
Three strikes. You gave me your famous smile. I was up to bat and
I had no clue how to hold a bat. You taught me how and I hit the
ball. I never got any strikes throughout that whole
game.
Memories of
you #2
I
remember our first conversation. We were sitting in issues group
the day we met and I could tell you were trying to get to know
me. You brought up the subject of music and specifically asked me
what type of music I was into. I told you that I was into emo,
alternative, and punk-rock and you smiled and said you liked the
same type of music.
Memories of you #1
I remember the first time we met. We were
sitting in issues group and I walked in. Mark introduced me to
everyone and I remember looking at you because I thought you were
so cute. You looked up and smiled and I looked down and blushed.
Ricky told me the rules of group and asked me if I had an issue.
I said I did and you looked at me straight through my eyes
looking for my story of why I was at East Capitol. I looked like
a normal innocent girl who couldn’t hurt a soul which was
probably your first impression. If you would have looked at my
wrists, my whole story would have poured out but sweaters were my
daily outfit and you didn’t seem to mind at all. I told the
group my issue about my ex-boyfriend and the look you gave me was
unexplainable. I could tell you were a little disappointed but
boy, I am disappointed that you wouldn’t tell me how you
truly felt until you left for the
marines.