January 2009
i feel the need to wash, rinse, and repeat
i keep saying the same things over and over,
but they still mean the same things
i have lost faith in most people
gossip
I find that when I set up to write everything leaves my head, and for a moment it is left blank, empty, worriless. Free. But then here comes everything I wish I could forget, and I don’t blame them, sometimes things just play out this way. At least that what I’d like to believe. That things like this happen to more than one family. Which I would think they did, but it all goes back to what I wish...
southern hospitality does not extend to all...
some strangers feel the need to be complete assholes, no reason or point. thy just throw it out there how much of an ass they can be with one sentence. he neded a good kick to the teeth.
its frustrating how one second you can count on a close friend and the next they drop you, because of on thing you said that had nothing to do with anything but yourself.
the more I think about it the more ready...
sunny side down.
here i am, back to being frustrated again. i cant have faith in most people but i put it there anyways. even though the things they do are all so trivial, they used to be so different. i counted on them to stay true to thier word and to who they were. but words never ment anything if they were spoken in my general direction. im not upset, nor am i hurt because these actions for the most part leave...
i was never the hopeless romantic type.
i just thought it was okay to be alone. a stranger asked me once do you believe in love and i gave him the generic auto pilot answer. “sure i believe it, everyone deserves to die happy, knowing that someong loved them. i believe that their is someone for everyone.” he replied and said ” did you know that 30% of men dont marry”…….damn.
i just thought if im...
fly from the highest swing
im scared to let anyone in, maybe i purposly like these things suffocate me. just so someone will attempt a rescue then i kick and scream till they run in the other direction, this is not the same therefore i am scared shitless.
i wonder why you flock to my rescue while im still kickin and screaming like a little girl who just found out santa was a ploy to get children to behave. why when im at...
its always just one of those days for me
when im frustrated i feel like crying, not because im upset. just because its the only thing i can control in my life. so i let out my frustrations by crying. im not a cry baby. its a healthy release. my jaw gets very tense and starts hurting if i hold back my tears, then comes a headache. in turn. being frustrated just isnt good for me.
im used to being good at everything right when i start it....
life is funny that way
in the way like this,
you think you know yourself, then one sentence completely shakes you down to size. you lose sight of all you thought you knew, off guard, out of mind, and restless,
the nights you cant sleep, you stare at the ceiling hopeing things will change on their own, but they wont.
this circle will never end.
im counting on it. why? why? why? why?
im getting lost in the folds of...
writers block
is a bunch of crap.
so much to say but you can find the words to say it with.