December 2009
Reflecting on the past few hours...
Such a stupid reason, but I’ll keep that to myself. I’m not happy, and I never will be. I’m not going to say that correlates to you, but it probably does somewhere inside of me. I just want to forget you, and everything involving you, and everything that was said. I wish I was strong enough to write you out of my life for good, but I’m not. You know I’m not. This is a...
13848.) Looking back, and thinking about the past....
blogsecret:
I can say that things have become very very different. I can’t really decipher if time’s have changed, or is it me that’s changed. But regardless which is “at fault,” I’m happy with where I’m at right now, and the journey I had to take to get there. I must’ve fallen a million times, tripped over numerous cracks, possibly even tripped over the same spot, but I’ve learned. And I’m...
Sometimes I swear I can see right through you.
Concentrate.
Concentrate.
Control.
Concentrate.
This doesn’t feel like anything.
Another word for desperate.
Sing it to myself again. I can’t hear a word you said. The syllables, the sounds, just aren’t sentences. All I really want to do is tear straight into you. Explode__unload a hail of insults until you finally get it. I’m sick to death.
