At one point it was I who would do anything, pleading for your love and affection. A limit was reach, and now crossroads are ahead. Torn between what i think is love and what i hope is love...i am to tired to choose which path to walk. My heart says second chances are hopeless hopes, or maybe honest changes. My mind tells me seconds chances are ( Read more... )

I can't explain the rage, horror, passion, and depression that i felt all at once last night. As crashing doors and words of utter disapointment and hate filled the walls of the place i call home...all i could do was close my eyes and beg myself to wake up from the nightmare. However the nightmare didn't end, but has crossed over a long night of ( Read more... )

I have no choice, it's the only thing that will help me sleep at night, the only thing that will give a permantly paranoid mind some rest. But damn...it's hard.

If it's broke, then you fix it because i give up.

Why fall in love with someone, falling in love only allows that person to dissapoint you. I'm a fool for loving everyone who will never love me back, or at least love me the way i do them.

I just realized, that even my best of best friends talk shit on me, and love to point out all my flaws.
Instead of questioning them, i sit and question myself. knowing that maybe I am whats wrong.

He makes me happy, i don't want to break up...but i don't think things will get better until i confront him. Only one problem, he always gets so defensive when i tell him how i feel, it ends up turning into a huge fight, one i rather aviod. I feel like a damn house wife going through a damn mid-life crisis. I cook, I clean, i even pay the fucking ( Read more... )

I won't suffer,
be broken,
get tired,
or wasted,
surrender to nothing,
or give up.
What I started and stopped it from end to beginning.
A new day is coming,
AND I AM FINALLY FREE!.

Run away, run away,
I'll attack.
Run away, run away,
go chase yourself.
Run away, run away,
I'll attack, I'll attack, I'll attack.

I would of kept you forever ( Read more... )

Drinking wine, listening to Keith Urban,
hoping that if i drink enough my head will stop twirling in thoughts of losing you. Hoping wine will fix my depression tonight. I'm an idiot. To think that somehow i would be different. I can't help but call, hoping you realize the truth in my voice...i don't want you to go. stay god please stay...

may i vent please?

Weither it's your own defining issues with commitment, or if you are what i am hoping you not to be (typical douchebag male) i still can't find good reason in this chase. Sometimes i feel like everything is going the right way, but it takes a moment of your doubt to force my insecurities to flow. I would ask "why am i not good ( Read more... )