why do i feel like i'm wasting people's time when i talk about myself.
i feel bad for the people that i confide in when im upset.
it always seems like they don't really listen and i feel bad that im making them waste their time
by listening to me.
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Sunday, March 27, 2011
song quotes.
moments in songs that give me butterflies..
dream away, everyday, try so hard to disregard the rhythm of the rain that drops and coincides with the beat of my heart..
we cut the legs off of our pants, threw our shirts into the ocean, sit back and wave through the daylight.
i fly with the stars in the sky, i am no longer trying to survive. i believe that life is a prize, but to live doesn't mean you're alive.
No matter what you say about love, i keep coming back for more, keep my hand in the fire, sooner or later i get what i'm asking for. no matter what you say about life, i learn every time i bleed.
beyond the door there's peace i'm sure, and i know there'll be no more tears in heaven..
got no regard for the thing that you don't understand
i am not afraid to keep on living, i am not afraid to walk this world alone, honey if you stay i'll be forgiving
your eyes are red and tears are shed
my head was tired so i lean on your arm, you captivated me with all of your charm
Baby I'm sorry, even when I'm with you, I'm lonely.
You don't have to feel like you did that day, your original, cannot be replaced.
It's ok baby, please don't cry.
When I drink with you, I always have to act like im drunk, no matter how sad I am I always have to laugh. Me being like this, do you know how I feel?
dream away, everyday, try so hard to disregard the rhythm of the rain that drops and coincides with the beat of my heart..
we cut the legs off of our pants, threw our shirts into the ocean, sit back and wave through the daylight.
i fly with the stars in the sky, i am no longer trying to survive. i believe that life is a prize, but to live doesn't mean you're alive.
No matter what you say about love, i keep coming back for more, keep my hand in the fire, sooner or later i get what i'm asking for. no matter what you say about life, i learn every time i bleed.
beyond the door there's peace i'm sure, and i know there'll be no more tears in heaven..
got no regard for the thing that you don't understand
i am not afraid to keep on living, i am not afraid to walk this world alone, honey if you stay i'll be forgiving
your eyes are red and tears are shed
my head was tired so i lean on your arm, you captivated me with all of your charm
Baby I'm sorry, even when I'm with you, I'm lonely.
You don't have to feel like you did that day, your original, cannot be replaced.
It's ok baby, please don't cry.
When I drink with you, I always have to act like im drunk, no matter how sad I am I always have to laugh. Me being like this, do you know how I feel?
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I just love.
Things i just find so attractive.
its weird but i think its really attractive when guys can pull off hair died in weird unnatural colors...
and this sounds disgusting, but smoking is a slight turn on...
and tallness
and guys who can pull off wearing rings
guys who act like guys. not girls.
girls and boys who are nice to their parents
girls who don't stress over every little punctuation mark in a text sent by a boy
INTELLIGENCE.
talented boys and girls
when people do things that make them truly happy. a happy person who is content with them self is so attractive.
well rested, and healthy bodies and minds.
when guys are good at making things. food, fixing cars, building things, drawing/painting, music.
nice girls, chill girls
guys who have non ghetto tattoos, NOT girls though.
its weird but i think its really attractive when guys can pull off hair died in weird unnatural colors...
and this sounds disgusting, but smoking is a slight turn on...
and tallness
and guys who can pull off wearing rings
guys who act like guys. not girls.
girls and boys who are nice to their parents
girls who don't stress over every little punctuation mark in a text sent by a boy
INTELLIGENCE.
talented boys and girls
when people do things that make them truly happy. a happy person who is content with them self is so attractive.
well rested, and healthy bodies and minds.
when guys are good at making things. food, fixing cars, building things, drawing/painting, music.
nice girls, chill girls
guys who have non ghetto tattoos, NOT girls though.
Monday, March 21, 2011
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Third blog post of the day, something must be wrong with me.
I think its the fact that i can't go run today. Running has a therapeutic effect, I feel like all the stresses of the day are released, my blood flowing. The fresh air, the burning of my lungs.
All I can do today is sit in depressing lighting cause it's so god damn cloudy outside; im eating my weights worth in bread and soymilk, I have too much time to think about unimportant things. I feel like im trapped in a little container. Which I guess I am in a sense.
I need to find me some earphones for tomorrow. And semi waterproof clothes that I can hide behind. Words cannot describe just how much I hate rain.
Im so sick of everyone at school, EVERYONE. There is not a single person that I wouldn't mind a vacation from. Times like this I wish I could click a refresh button and school would be filled with all new people.
I can't stay in this house anymore. I would go on a run in the rain, but im already sick and I don't want to die.
I need to know what college in going to already. Im so sick of waiting. Im sick of school, my classes, the people in my class. I can't do school anymore. Some people say the dumbest shit in class and it makes me want to bash my head into the shitty macbooks we use in apes everyday, even though im not gonna lie I act like a total retard dipshit. But I swear its only cause I really don't give a flying fuck about anyone at school or anything pertaining to lchs. And acting like a dipshit makes the day go by faster.
I think I analyze everything too much. I think too much in general. And I think I like moping alot. And feeling sorry for myself. I don't think I connect with anyone that I know while heartedly and completely. There are bits and parts of me that i find in so many different people, but its never a big enough amount for me to grab onto that person. I get sick of everyone too easily and I feel like they get sick if me too. I used to think I was super dependent on other people, and maybe I am, but lately I can't agree with anyone. I've been friends with alot of the people I know for a long time, but we've grown apart. The only thing that keeps us being friends is the fact that we've been friends for so long; mutual respect.
I can't wait till im not an angsty teenager anymore. And I can't wait till I go to college and *hopefully* find people that I can relate to on a better basis. I can't wait till it stops raining so that I can go running.
I need to find a new outlet. So im gonna start learning how to make clothes this semester. A new project to keep me occupied on shitty ads days like these when I can't go outside and run.
So all I have to say to this day is f u and f your rain that is flooding my backyard.
I think its the fact that i can't go run today. Running has a therapeutic effect, I feel like all the stresses of the day are released, my blood flowing. The fresh air, the burning of my lungs.
All I can do today is sit in depressing lighting cause it's so god damn cloudy outside; im eating my weights worth in bread and soymilk, I have too much time to think about unimportant things. I feel like im trapped in a little container. Which I guess I am in a sense.
I need to find me some earphones for tomorrow. And semi waterproof clothes that I can hide behind. Words cannot describe just how much I hate rain.
Im so sick of everyone at school, EVERYONE. There is not a single person that I wouldn't mind a vacation from. Times like this I wish I could click a refresh button and school would be filled with all new people.
I can't stay in this house anymore. I would go on a run in the rain, but im already sick and I don't want to die.
I need to know what college in going to already. Im so sick of waiting. Im sick of school, my classes, the people in my class. I can't do school anymore. Some people say the dumbest shit in class and it makes me want to bash my head into the shitty macbooks we use in apes everyday, even though im not gonna lie I act like a total retard dipshit. But I swear its only cause I really don't give a flying fuck about anyone at school or anything pertaining to lchs. And acting like a dipshit makes the day go by faster.
I think I analyze everything too much. I think too much in general. And I think I like moping alot. And feeling sorry for myself. I don't think I connect with anyone that I know while heartedly and completely. There are bits and parts of me that i find in so many different people, but its never a big enough amount for me to grab onto that person. I get sick of everyone too easily and I feel like they get sick if me too. I used to think I was super dependent on other people, and maybe I am, but lately I can't agree with anyone. I've been friends with alot of the people I know for a long time, but we've grown apart. The only thing that keeps us being friends is the fact that we've been friends for so long; mutual respect.
I can't wait till im not an angsty teenager anymore. And I can't wait till I go to college and *hopefully* find people that I can relate to on a better basis. I can't wait till it stops raining so that I can go running.
I need to find a new outlet. So im gonna start learning how to make clothes this semester. A new project to keep me occupied on shitty ads days like these when I can't go outside and run.
So all I have to say to this day is f u and f your rain that is flooding my backyard.
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good morning
good morning.
sunday morning just lying in a heated bed,
buried in a mess of blankets and sheets
surrounded by a thousand pillows
hearing the rain fall on the pavement outside
listening to calming music
while reading postsecret's new sunday secrets
thinking about what to eat for breakfast
just lying down
not sleeping, but just closing my eyes
thinking about yesterday, the day before,
tomorrow, and the day after.
to get ready for the new day and week.
good morning.
sunday morning just lying in a heated bed,
buried in a mess of blankets and sheets
surrounded by a thousand pillows
hearing the rain fall on the pavement outside
listening to calming music
while reading postsecret's new sunday secrets
thinking about what to eat for breakfast
just lying down
not sleeping, but just closing my eyes
thinking about yesterday, the day before,
tomorrow, and the day after.
to get ready for the new day and week.
good morning.
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