I Guess When You See

Sometimes, I Look Outside, And I Think That A Lot Of Other People Have Seen This Snow Before. Just Like I Think That A Lot Of Other People Have Read Those Books Before. And Listened To Those Songs. I Wonder How They Feel Tonight.

It's Strange Because Sometimes, I Read A Book, And I Think I Am The People In The Book.

I Wanted To Laugh. Or Maybe Get Mad. Or Maybe Shrug At How Strange Everyone Was, Especially Me.

Try To Be A Filter, Not A Sponge.

Most Of The People I Know Who Were Raised To Be Accommodating Or Were Raised To Just Be Nice And Put Everybody's Needs Ahead Of Theirs, There Comes A Moment When The Pressure Builds And They Can't Do It Anymore. They Have Needs And They Feel Neglected And They Usually Explode.