Discovered

my journal I'd been searching for, today.

Read

all my old writing.

Realized

I was such a mess then.

And

I don't miss it at all.

The feelings I have now are far superior to any others.

I have never felt that feeling before,
if this is what it really feels like.

We crashed the car a mile from home...
they say that's how it always happens.

I was the passenger after having a bit too much alcohol in my system.
The airbag deployed only on my side, and hit me in the face.

I look like a wreck.
I hate it.
I hate it.
I hate it.

So I'd like to put a few things out there ( Read more... )

 have proven me wrong once again.

What is a girl (woman) to do???

How do you perceive me?
You can not possibly know a person that does not know themself.
Nor will you ever.
I stay bottled inside to keep you out purposely.
My thoughts, emotions, etc...they belong to me.
I don't like to share, and I don't plan on doing so any time soon,
Unless I want you to know.

That I can't really say though I suppose ( Read more... )

I'm trying to make myself better,
it's so difficult though.
People keeping making their assumptions,
but they never think to go to the source;
to find out why things are what they are.

I think I'm doing a relatively good job either way though.

Trying to keep to one mood for long periods of time is proving not to be my thing at all ( Read more... )

I have not lost that feeling;
it just continues to grow.
But I feel as if your fondness for me has dimmed.