February 2010
January 2010
hold your head high heavy heart.
it sucks that i feel it most in my heart. not in my mind, not in the pit of my stomach, just in my heart.
sweet tangerine.
“A shred of hope a little bit of sweetness - anything please, except for defeat If I could I’d lock you up and toss out the key, it’s just you and me”
i could feel my heartbeat taking me down.
today makes me nervous. even though i know i need it. please don’t bring that up again.
when i'm talking to myself i'd always rather be...
is it weird that i think i’m going to become extremely close to you. is it weirder that i’m allowing it? i never let myself get close to new people, nor do i open up to them either. but i have no problem what so ever telling you anything that comes to mind. i trust you, don’t let me down.
i wish i knew
what the fuck i did to make you hate me so much.
eyes..
no one has them.
getting angry again*
i need more $$. why the fuck is living in america so damn expensive.
rather than enjoying the good times
i’m too busy waiting for the day that you’ll wake up and realize that i’m not worth it.
so much for..
progress.
i am to cynical to say i don't give a fuck.
i cannot even express this anger in words; just actions.
time machine, please.
i would absolutely kill to go back, just a few months. as lame as these following words will sound: i miss when you needed me.
i really wish that we were kids again. granted, i wasn’t really a kid with you in the first place. looking back from where we are now, it really did seem like we were. i miss walking everywhere (shocking). i miss you going to get us pizza. i miss sitting in your room all day during the summer, or at the park.
& now you’re turning eighteen tomorrow. you’re an adult. has time...
sucks..
how much we USED to have to talk about. now i struggle to find any common ground between us two. changes, changes.
i am honestly afraid that i will never find the right way to tell you everything.