I tell myself everyday, "I CAN DO THIS." But there's something, something nagging at me, telling me so truthfully, "No you can't..."
You only know you love her when you let her go... And you let her go.
It's in every one of us to be wise. Find your heart, open up both your eyes. We can all know everything without ever knowing why. It's in every one of us, by and by, by and by.
Happy New Year! Maybe I can do things right this time..
I'm so tired of how things are...
Hurt me with the truth... Don't comfort me with a lie...
I was ranting about how unlucky I was when this popped into my head (it's a song) and I got up, looked my reflection in the face and said DECIDE WHAT TO BE AND GO BE IT.
You think I've changed? Look at yourself. Tell me again how you haven't changed.
I'm the ugly friend...
We'd up and fly if we had wings for flying... can't you see the tears we're crying? Can't there be some happiness for me?
Everyone is Different
Everyone is different when they are around me. Their language is cleaner, jokes more innocent. We laugh, yes... the main difference is that they like me. If someone else comes into play... I'm a small thing to be ignored...
Guns and Roses Quo
Now and then when I see her face, she takes me away to that special place...
I was talking to him today. "I'm not good at anything.." I say. "You're good at softball.." he replies. "No I'm not." "How do you always win?" "I sit the bench." "Oh."
Last Night's Dream
Nathan and I were studying at my house, in my room, on my bed. We're laying there when he starts like touching my hair and everything and I end up kissing him on the cheek. He pushes me away and says, "You really thought I'd ever love you?"
I wake up to reality every morning. My dreams? A happy girl with friends and confidence. Reality? A scared girl, hiding behind a wide smile and a laugh as she tries to forget all the insecurities that haunt her every day.
it's a song.
Fed up with all that LSD. Need more sleep than coke or methamphetamines. Late nights with warm, warm whiskey. I guess the good times they were all just killing me.
The Good Parts Are Returning
There is much of my past that I'd never like to explore again, but they are parts I lost that I miss. I keep finding pieces of those parts in people who gave me those good times. For example... Ty. This kid used to be my... shall we say ,'buddy'. Anyways, we grew farther apart, him realising that I'm not cool and that he easily could be cool if he forgot about the 'us'. That's what he did, too. I mean, I could still talk to this idiot and laugh with him, too. But something was still missin...