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Friday, September 18, 2009
Anyway, you really don't want to be smart. Believe me, it's more of a burden than a virtue - there are times when your head is so full of stuff that you can't sleep at night; there are times when I get depressed because, in society, I'm more of an abnormality than a human being.If you're smart, yours is a high and lonely road.
But, my dear, we all want what we can't have - and I just want to be good enough for someone.
Things are going on around me that I don't even know about. I need to try to be more in on the loop, but I'm happier and far more comfortable afloat in my own little world here.
To my friends: thanks for the eye-openers, today. I'll consider it. I promise.
We all want what we can't have.
The silence will set her free.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
I am just so broken by the bitterness of loneliness and I'm so scared of this.I'm actually in a good mood, today(: On the bus, alone. It's nice - refreshing. Little things make me happy. I like that.(: I'm babbling. Gah.
America trip meeting tonight.. I'm still not entirely sure how excited I am - but I'm gonna try the ride anyways. Adventures are good.
exoh.
If you can't compose yourself.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Thanks, Erin for showing me this.
As soon as I have the time, there will be a long blog that won't make sense to very many people at all. But that's what we all love, isn't it? Something we can read and misconstrue and think we understand.
I never meant to start a war.
(I hate this song so very much, and I'm sure you all know it, anyways.)I'm a strong believer in true love, but sometimes: I absolutely hate it.
I'm so sick of being wrong. I thought we could talk about things. I thought we could sort it out. I thought I mattered to you. I thought about fairness. I thought you'd tell me anything.
Well, you know what Thought thought.
It's enough; yet I can't stomach this emptiness.
Monday, September 7, 2009
I remember all the times I told you that I wish I couldn't feel anything at all, because that would be infinitely easier than what I was feeling at the time. I remember all the times I thought I wanted to be just like the tin man - to not have a heart to feel with. I'd take them back, if I could.
Because anything is better than being so close to tears and never crying. Anything is better than always being upset, but never getting to the point where I burst.
And anything is better than never getting better.
I've been here before, a few times, and I'm quite aware we're dying.
Fate Has Finally Found Me.
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Nothing more, nothing less. No eloquence. No explanation. Just the truth.I give up.