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| can't remember the last time I really sat down and let the words drip from my fingertips, or pen. It drives me crazy knowing how much I've bottled inside over the last couple of years. it's not like me, but it's just how I've conditioned myself, but these memories are too distinct to ignore. I've broken so many promises to myself, and for what? I'm going nowhere. fuck, this is too hard.
the words don't come as easily anymore.
so inadequate | | |
| nobody's ever going to love me enough to make it all better,
let alone to fix me...
why should I need to be put back together?
and why can't I seem to stray away from this dependence of having another pick up my pieces and mold me into the person I need to be.
there's only me,
I need to reevaluate my life again...
since I'm not ready to make a commitment with a person, I'll make a commitment with myself and a promise... it's my first step.
I can't live like this forever. | | |
| http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1PjWC4jIzdI
, all I heard from kramer's basement @ like 4am this morning.
I'm not exactly sure what I'm suppose to think of what just happened.
Crimson Wave is home,
but still not in the safe zone yet. There's always the next wave? Eep | | |
| Just a friend,
nothing more,
nothing less?
One of those mysteries that are better when not knowing the details,
yaknow, when the novelty wears off,
and then the attraction,
and then I'm nothing more than a "best friend..."
I just wanna know why the actions I take as a girlfriend
are so quickly associated with thoughts of friendship...
Why do I always feel like a girlfriend, when he feels like just a friend?
No love.
No nothing. | | |
| Hips don't lie; Ignore this.
,I slurrrr on my words constantly,
,I need money desperately,
,forecasts said it was suppose to suck today, but to my surprise it's wonderful out.
,I cleaned my car finally. immaculate!
,I'm beyond poor, and I spend money I don't have by collecting change from my room &car, and buying fast food and being one with nature through the essense of agricultural produce, HIGH NOON.
,the soundS of my car imply that my breaks are going to give out soon... which will just be another accident to add to the list for this year. sup, kings &queens of the accident scene?
,I need more jeans with less holes in them.
,I need my hair to grow?
," " the weather to get warmer.
,I need a guy to suppress this sexualllll frustration, thanks. not happening. I'm fucking CLASSY. ehhhhksdjf983
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