im sorry i didn't remember.
im sorry i dont remember.
i want to.
more than anything.
i wish i did.
and im sorry.
Friday, February 20, 2009
Sunday, February 15, 2009
a letter to one, two, three. people
i want you to come after me.
like when i say no, just leave.
or when i walk away,
i want you to follow me, i want you to fight for me.
i want you to think im worth it to you.
but im starting to think i never will be.
but whatever.
your lose.
like when i say no, just leave.
or when i walk away,
i want you to follow me, i want you to fight for me.
i want you to think im worth it to you.
but im starting to think i never will be.
but whatever.
your lose.
Monday, February 9, 2009
a letter to the younger,
when i was younger, i wanted my life to be complicated, i want to feel important, i wanted to be involved in drama, i wanted my empty backpack to be filled with textbooks, and now, younger generation, now im a bit older, and to be honest, i would give just about anything for simplicty, so happiness, and for summer days without cares. I would give alot to be that inexpicably happy again. boys can have cooties, and girls can be happy without them.
grass IS always greener, eh?
so yea. enjoy.
but i know you wont, i didnt either.
grass IS always greener, eh?
so yea. enjoy.
but i know you wont, i didnt either.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
a letter to my friends.
im tired of being the one who always listens, and mediates, and listens, and gives advice..
i want to talk about my problems.
i want someone to tell me there here for me, to listen attentavly.
and some of you (ESP YOU) are doing a shit job.
im not going to say anything b/c im sure i have faults as well.
but really come on.
can i please be the one who gets ths serious attention for once?
thanks.
i want to talk about my problems.
i want someone to tell me there here for me, to listen attentavly.
and some of you (ESP YOU) are doing a shit job.
im not going to say anything b/c im sure i have faults as well.
but really come on.
can i please be the one who gets ths serious attention for once?
thanks.
a letter to you, again.
so i found out yesterday night/this morning.
my heart was pounding.
my hands shaking.
i was expecting the awnser i wanted, the awnser i didnt get, and than made it exponentaly more disopointing.
the lame excuse, welllll i dunno. i mean that made it bad, but i dont think you ment for it to be lame. and then thing is, my friends kept calling you a jerk, and a butt, but really you're not, just because youd odnt like me doesnt give me the right to hate youor call you names or be anygry.
im so sad. but im not going to stop trying, it FEELS like you're flirtng with me...and so maybe..just maybe theres hope. i dunno we'll have to see how it plays out.
i hope we make it.
but i dont blame you nor myself if it doesnt.
my heart was pounding.
my hands shaking.
i was expecting the awnser i wanted, the awnser i didnt get, and than made it exponentaly more disopointing.
the lame excuse, welllll i dunno. i mean that made it bad, but i dont think you ment for it to be lame. and then thing is, my friends kept calling you a jerk, and a butt, but really you're not, just because youd odnt like me doesnt give me the right to hate youor call you names or be anygry.
im so sad. but im not going to stop trying, it FEELS like you're flirtng with me...and so maybe..just maybe theres hope. i dunno we'll have to see how it plays out.
i hope we make it.
but i dont blame you nor myself if it doesnt.
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