11.19.2011
11.17.2011
11.14.2011
So you wont lie and say yes.
So you don't make plans with someones feelings
So you don't force love
So you wont wonder
I wont take a step
Because I don't want to feel.
Because I don't want to regret
Because I don't want to lie
I wont take a step because every time I do nothing happens....
11.03.2011
So you can lie once again.
So I can believe it all and smile.
So I can share all i've wanted to say.
I want to find you, so you can stick for a while
So you can think about it and see it wasnt always me...
10.30.2011
10.27.2011
10.19.2011
10.10.2011
10.05.2011
10.01.2011
9.30.2011
The emptiness I feel and echoing I hear.
Your alluring words make me think, but i don't smile.
Your kiss felt like wind blowing into the darkness.
It's not like before. It's not him anymore
Your patience makes me feel guilty
the guilty that haunts and drags you.
I will battle the unknown to keep his promises.
because even though your not him, and even though this is synthetic
It proofs that I too can survive, although I'm secretly falling apart.
Falling apart once i see all that i've created.
This is no act this is no plan, this is a boy...
I will stumble and fall flat on my back,
Whats all this?
I'm living a pretend.
A pretend that hurts because my memorable world sinks and reality sticks in.
What am i doing?
If my world is him even if you're here...I simply cant love you
9.26.2011
...But I cant forget the feeling I get when I write
9.02.2011
8.24.2011
8.18.2011
8.08.2011
7.24.2011
7.12.2011
7.11.2011
7.03.2011
7.01.2011
6.28.2011
What takes place within this living story? This something that slowly creates a smile and laughter. This something that forms a mellow rhythm once we meet.
I face the unknown ignoring the hard steps, ignoring life with its challenges and written regrets. This unknown, this momentarily feeling that has no explanation is enough to fill my dark sky. And even though i am uncertain most of the time. I will stumble facing this because this momentarily feeling feels like love.
6.18.2011
6.10.2011
6.09.2011
6.05.2011
6.04.2011
6.03.2011
6.02.2011
Hmmph this is quite easy. The person i hate the most constantly reminds me of little helpless cockroaches : ) drowning in water begging for air but you are filthy bitch you don't deserve to breathe....Okay not that much, but this person constantly brings me down and it's amazing how his words get to me and his actions and I'm an idiot that believes every single insult.
6.01.2011
-The boy i like is quite peculiar, not only is he constantly being an idiot he likes to point out my stupidity. He not only insults me, he physically abuses me. The boy i like thinks of the most stupid comebacks and for some odd reason has the highest score in our class. He finds a way to make me laugh so he can THEN laugh at my laugh. He who makes me happy inside. He who reminds me of a failure slash girly soccer player
The boy i like makes me :D all the time in that period...
5.30.2011
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Day 6 List 4 pet peeves
- People that try too hard.
- Happy people
- People that litter when the garbage can is two steps! away
- HOES
5.28.2011
This question is the opposite of yesterdays uhhhhhhhhh and i don't know why the person that invented this would do that. Okay this might me a little hard...Again with the love & hate i don't love anything about me that's just plain weird. I don't see the point in loving something you have and will forever posses. Love should be free and open not locked within you I'm pretty sure no one gets that but it's fine. Okay hmm, I like the fact that i don't judge easily, i let people persuade me into liking their personality. I like how determined i might be no matter how much i say "i suck" i keep on pushing forward. I think I'm some what nice. I care about other people and am quite open minded. I like how no matter how bad people tend to treat me i always keep the good memories. I also like how i can memorize songs easily :D ahaa
5.27.2011
Aghhh I wont go into the physical stuff because well those things are there and will always be there no matter how much plastic surgery you go through. Let's not use the word hate here, it would simply make me a senseless lunatic bitch because well...we're talking about me here and hating myself is quite emo. I strongly dislike the fact that the little confidence that keeps me together is sometimes not enough to see the positive side in things. Let's see hmmm, holding hateful grudges and not letting go of things easily. Over thinking simple situations. Thinking of others before me is nice, but doing it all the time is problematic. Not dealing with things and letting the "fuck it" sink in. Giving up on things i really hope to happpen. There is plenty of easy, changeable steps i could take, yet i don't take them...why? well i don't know
5.26.2011
Lets see what happens :)
1- Who my best friends are.
-I have many friends up to this point, friends i once had really nice bonds with, Of course those bonds have crumbled to pure awkwardness now but i still call them friends. My best friends on the other hand are a whole different story sure we drift away but no matter how long we stop the talking once we see each other we manage to forget the distance part and blend together like Kool-aid and water : ) so far there's only 3 people i truely trust.
5.23.2011
5.21.2011
5.14.2011
5.11.2011
5.10.2011
5.05.2011
4.30.2011
4.28.2011
4.17.2011
A man doesn't have time in his life
to have time for everything.
He doesn't have seasons enough to have
a season for every purpose. Ecclesiastes
Was wrong about that.
A man needs to love and to hate at the same moment,
to laugh and cry with the same eyes,
with the same hands to throw stones and to gather them,
to make love in war and war in love.
And to hate and forgive and remember and forget,
to arrange and confuse, to eat and to digest
what history
takes years and years to do.
A man doesn't have time.
When he loses he seeks, when he finds
he forgets, when he forgets he loves, when he loves
he begins to forget.
And his soul is seasoned, his soul
is very professional.
Only his body remains forever
an amateur. It tries and it misses,
gets muddled, doesn't learn a thing,
drunk and blind in its pleasures
and its pains.
He will die as figs die in autumn,
Shriveled and full of himself and sweet,
the leaves growing dry on the ground,
the bare branches pointing to the place
where there's time for everything.
A Man In His Life by Yehuda Amichai