If heaven and hell decide
That they both are satisfied,
Illuminate the 'no's on their 'vacancy' signs
If there's no one beside you when your soul embarks,
Then I'll follow you into the dark.
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So what if you can see the darker side of me?
Hedonist, headbanger, heathen.
Sapphic, self-sustainable, smart (enough).
Musical, melancholic, me.
Twisted, tempremental,tame.
Determined, decided, disjointed.
Fast, fierce, free.
That's me in a nutshell, if I could fit into one anyway.
Who can tell me what love is?
I wish you could.
Hedonist, headbanger, heathen.
Sapphic, self-sustainable, smart (enough).
Musical, melancholic, me.
Twisted, tempremental,
Determined, decided, disjointed.
Fast, fierce, free.
That's me in a nutshell, if I could fit into one anyway.
Who can tell me what love is?
I wish you could.
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okay i am so hurt. Bel went to watch Sweeney Todd sans me! ah well. however Kim's always planned, and me and Sum have been planning to watch it since like, Wednesday. which just further proves that i have incredible insight into things sometimes.
afraid to know?
Prar's online again. so is Ashley. so why am i appearing offline? hmm. well maybe i don't feel like talking today.
(I'M SICK WITH SOME FUNNY COLD THING WHICH FEELS LIKE EXTENDED SINUS.)
she asks me what's wrong.
but i don't tell.
and i'm supposed to be able to tell her everything.
i guess that's why they say time changes everything. on one hand she's my best friend and on the other, i hate making her upset. i hate her thinking i'm a bloody screwup.
spare me just three last words,
"i love you," is all she heard
& i'll wait for you
but i can't wait forever.
funny how in such a short time, the status quo changes.
Sum, for example.
she's probably one of my few confidantes.
she knows so much and i guess part of me hopes she could help me... never mind.
"you don't heal your old wounds properly."
maybe i don't,
maybe it's because i don't want to?
Bashir's birthday is on Monday.
hmm.
i'm sorry for getting mad at you, i just hate it when you think i fall that easily for your words. okay i admit they're nice to read but still, decency! we're not together. don't pretend we are.
every feeling that i get,
but i still don't miss you yet.
the problem with me is that i violently wrestle around with life, trying to twist it my way instead of letting things be. but i can't help that i hate being on this huge seesaw, trying to keep my balance and just needing someone to stand behind me and make sure i don't fall too hard.
ugh, it's the medication talking. that's a hell lot of Xanax he gave me.
can i swallow this bottle whole?
so this brain in my head
can forget your face.
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12:27 PM, Sunday, February 10, 2008
we'll be together for one more night somewhere, somehow.okay i am so hurt. Bel went to watch Sweeney Todd sans me! ah well. however Kim's always planned, and me and Sum have been planning to watch it since like, Wednesday. which just further proves that i have incredible insight into things sometimes.
afraid to know?
Prar's online again. so is Ashley. so why am i appearing offline? hmm. well maybe i don't feel like talking today.
(I'M SICK WITH SOME FUNNY COLD THING WHICH FEELS LIKE EXTENDED SINUS.)
she asks me what's wrong.
but i don't tell.
and i'm supposed to be able to tell her everything.
i guess that's why they say time changes everything. on one hand she's my best friend and on the other, i hate making her upset. i hate her thinking i'm a bloody screwup.
spare me just three last words,
"i love you," is all she heard
& i'll wait for you
funny how in such a short time, the status quo changes.
Sum, for example.
she's probably one of my few confidantes.
she knows so much and i guess part of me hopes she could help me... never mind.
"you don't heal your old wounds properly."
maybe i don't,
maybe it's because i don't want to?
Bashir's birthday is on Monday.
hmm.
i'm sorry for getting mad at you, i just hate it when you think i fall that easily for your words. okay i admit they're nice to read but still, decency! we're not together. don't pretend we are.
every feeling that i get,
but i still don't miss you yet.
the problem with me is that i violently wrestle around with life, trying to twist it my way instead of letting things be. but i can't help that i hate being on this huge seesaw, trying to keep my balance and just needing someone to stand behind me and make sure i don't fall too hard.
ugh, it's the medication talking. that's a hell lot of Xanax he gave me.
can i swallow this bottle whole?
so this brain in my head
can forget your face.