October 2010
September 2010
Courage
My friend Alex and I started talking today about boys, and getting the courage to say exactly how we feel to them. I find my self getting this courage but then right when I think I’m about to do it, I hide like a little kid hiding from a scary clown. I’ve tought of so many ways to tell you exatly how I feel, but then I just loose faith in myself. I’ve thought about knocking on...
Finally Fine
Once again I have no idea how to explain my feelings. I’m not happy, but I’m not sad. I guess you could say I’m content, but it doesnt feel like that completely describes how I’m feeling. Maybe I’m getting over it cause this is how I felt before. Slowly but I’m getting there.
I know in the back of my mind that something is going to happen again, and this...
now it's time to forget
I never want to forget it. I don’t care if it doesn’t matter to you, it matters so much to me. Scratch that. I do care if it matters to you. I mean it must have at one point, and you can’t just give up on something, no matter how little the something is. Forgetting it would mean I would have to forget so much more becuase it all comes back to it.
I hate that you can forget so...
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I’ve felt so off this week. I don’t know what it is but something is different. But it’s only me… everyone else is staying the same and im changing. I dont know in what way but I am. I don’t feel like myself…I don’t know how to explain it nor can I tell whether it’s for better or for worse.Ever since augest something has been different. For a while...
Parachute - Ingrid Michealson
I don’t tell anyone about the way you hold my hand I don’t tell anyone about the things that we have planned I won’t tell anybody Won’t tell anybody They want to push me down They want to see you fall
Won’t tell anybody how you turn my world around I won’t tell anyone how your voice is my favourite sound Won’t tell anybody Won’t tell anybody They want to see us fall They want to see us fall
I...
Just Friends.
“Who would have thought it would end up like this?” Me. That’s who.
Isn’t it weird how we know how something will end, how we will get hurt, and how we will feel about it, yet we still do it. I find myslef doing this all the time. I know the situation I’m in won’t end how I want it to. I know I will get hurt. I know I will be angry at myself. Yet I do it...
I hate those eyes.
you are one of my bestfriends, but you are a bitch.
you knew how he felt about you.
you knew what you were doing.
you knew.
and now you deny it.
and it makes me angry knowing that you hurt him.
he is a good guy!
how can you let yourself be such a bitch to him?!
Listening to him I feel his pain and I can’t believe that it was you who hurt him.
this isn’t even the first time!
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dream dream go away come again another day. or...
Some people say that dreams are better than reality, but I think that dreams just remind us of whats happnening in reality. My friend Maya can interpret dreams, and they always seem to relate to everything I’ve been thinking of and what has been happening in my life. No matter how weird the dream may get, one thing that happens in my dream relates to my life exactly. It’s so weird...
