I feel it everyday
It's all the same
It brings me down
But I'm the one to blame
I've tried everything 
To get away
So here I go again
Chasing you down again
Why do I do this?
Over and over, over and over 
I fall for you
Over and over, over and over
I try not to
Feels like everyday 
Stays the same
It's dragging me down
And I can't pull away
So here I go again
Chasing ( Read more... )

I need a beginning again ( Read more... )

I hope everyone is happy now, but I definitely am not. And don't you fucking dare say I told you so.

I had been doing so well for not talking to him for 2 1/2 weeks. It's been driving me crazy, but I've been okay. I'm not right now though. I just really miss him. I just feel so powerless because it's so completely out of my control. All I can do is call and hope that he's home, hope that he hears the phone, and hope that he decides to pick it up. ( Read more... )

I can survive for awhile. But I always reach a point where I just can't do it. I've hit that point and am left powerless, aching and waiting. Give me back my life, my mind, my control. Even better, stop putting me in these situations. How can I focus on everything I have to do with you running through my head, and all the questions you bring up in ( Read more... )

I just don't know anymore. Why do I stay with him? Am I even truly with him? I'm tired of the secrets, the unknowns. Just fucking tell me. I need to learn not to have expectations for anything, because nothing ever works out the way I hoped. Last night turned out to be great, but it still hurts, and I almost feel used. I don't know what I am to him ( Read more... )

My boyfriend fits into my pants.
My bodybuilder boyfriend fits into my pants.
And was walking around in them. 
That is not right.

Is it all coming back? It can't be. I'm going to throw up, I'm going to pass out. I'm going to fail, I'm going to be crushed. 
Why?

Otep-Autopsy Song
I feel like
A woman
I feel like
I care
I feel like
I shouldn't
I feel like a child
Of despair
I feel like
It's over
I feel like it's coming
After me
I feel like
It's closer
I feel like this is all I'll ever be
I feel ( Read more... )

I like how I open bank accountas at 1:15 am instead of writing a paper. That is how much I dislike "Writing the Essay." Who even names a class "Writing the Essay?"

So many people in New York City wear leggings. Leggings with skirts. Leggings with dresses. Leggings with long shirts. Leggings as if they were jeans. I do not like leggings. And everywhere I look, someone is wearing leggings. I would really like to tell them to stop. And now I'm really upset because my stomach muscles are almost non-existant now. ( Read more... )