It's hard to not talk to you when it's all I want to do.

im getting down with the awkard moments 
im getting down with his sour-sweet kiss 
im getting down with the rumors in the back of the car 
im getting down with your new vocation.
im getting down with your cute cut wrist 
im getting down with the cross-stitches on it 
im getting down with the young drunk lovers 
im getting down with the haters
im getting down with the one-way pact 
im getting down with the city and the pity of it 
im getting down with it 

I am too satisfied with the things I say, the things I do, the attitudes that shape my reactions day after day. I too easily accept quick assessments of my own righteousness in situations where I have been anything but righteous. I am too skilled at arguments structured to make me feel okay about what I think, about what I desire, about what I do. I am too defensive when a loved one makes an attempt to call me out and suggest for a moment that what I have decided, said, or done is less than good. I am too comfortable with the state of things between you and me, too relaxed with the nature of my love for you, too able to minimize my need for your grace. In my world there is so much that is wrong that I am able to convince myself it's right. I make decisions based more on what I want than on what you will. To tell you the truth, I'm a stupid girl. I am a complete and total disaster. I am broken. I will tell you over and over that i don’t want to be put back together. I like being around crazy people. I apologize too much but I'm never sorry. I'm always tired but never sleeping. I'll think you're absolutely beautiful but I will dwell on your flaws.  As much as I say I'm open, I'm the most judgmental person you will ever meet.  yet, people's opinions mean everything and nothing to me at the same time. i have something to say about everything. 

I've had a good couple of days. 

Everything is good now.