These were written mostly on a ridiculously long (8 hrs) car ride home this friday during a blizzard. Each paragraph is a separate thought -- I would type, close the computer, think for awhile, and suddenly feel the need to write about what I was thinking. I thought so much as the car ride dragged on, that this whole thing just sort-of exploded ( Read more... )

You were so much more put together than me that night I ran away from you. I ran away from you running away from me. But you were chasing me. I don't know why you were. I just knew then that I didn't want to face your explanations. You swore to me that it wasn't how it seemed, but I know to this moment that it was. You told me about her, and I ( Read more... )

Amazing song and lyrics

Oh I've been going through a hell of a time
Making sense of all that you left behind
When I arrange it into columns and lines
I always think it's adding up, but it never does
So in the morning maybe I'll be alright
And through the day I'll prepare for the fight
With a fever on a Saturday night
Cause this is giving me the shakes and ( Read more... )

I feel the need to write, but I don't know exactly what about. I've got this nagging feeling somewhere within me that I can't quite put my finger on. I think it may be continued dissaray over everything in my life being in a state of transit since I started college. This worries me. Its been almost an entire year, and I have still not fully gotten ( Read more... )

"What bothers me the most is that people say that Hillary is a bitch. Let me say something about that: She is. And so am I! And so is this one! (from another actress: Yeah, deal with it!) You know what? Bitches get stuff done. That's why Catholic schools use nuns as teachers instead of priests. Those nuns are mean, old, and they sleep on cots and ( Read more... )

And you've got these eyes
I can't look away, no
I can't deny it
You've got me spinning
With those eyes

My mind isn't quite sure
what is has bargained for.
But my heart is in time with
with the consistent beat.

This dream is sneaking up on me
no matter how collected I seem to be.
Is anybody ever truly complete?
Or are the better ones just better at believing?

So I'll go and say you're with me.
I know it's just the beginning.

At times I feel cold and exposed ( Read more... )

I can't stand myself sometimes.
Don't let me get me.
I'm my own worst enemy

I'm starting to think that maybe I am wrong.
Not about you, but about what you might be thinking.
I know, its only been one day.
Still, I can't help but wonder what I've gotten myself into.

Two months and I'll be leaving.

I don't know what to expect. Maybe thats exactly what I need. It feels different, like that moment you walk out the door and realize the seasons have changed. Or maybe its not something I can compare to anything.

Its funny how time is never on my side. Two months and I may not even have to think about it anymore. Its too quick, everything disappears ( Read more... )