Nights like these I'm thinking of fireflies and I want to lay with you in a field of them, surrounded by the sound of summer, but they're so far, and the days can only get shorter, and your mind can only float further and further away...

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Nobody can hurt you if you don't let them. I am lacking an anchor and it's my own fault because I broke my own rules. I want it too badly.

"Never take it seriously and you never get hurt."

He makes me feel worthless... Or rather I allow him to. Either way I must get out. No more excuses. Moved out by August 1st.

I want to give you the benefit of the doubt... it's a tangled web and trust me, nobody knows that better than I do, but still... how can I be expected to perform this massive upheaval of my life when I go a number of days without a single word of response from you? I understand if you've lost interest, but just tell me plainly so I don't waste ( Read more... )

It's funny how happiness seems so much harder to communicate in an honest, candid fashion. The feeling itself is so often prone to slip into the realm of trite and cliché but I feel it passing through me so that I am no longer just myself, but a little bubble of positivity ( Read more... )

A back pocket is no place for a heart...

These will be the days of "what I can do", not "what I can have".

Blinders. I'm putting on my blinders.

I apologize in advance. The irony of venting about facebook drama on livejournal is not lost on me. However, I feel like in this dying, pathetic excuse of a blog I can actually be candid and I can't lie in saying there's a small piece of me that hopes some day on a whim you might come back here. And maybe you'd hate it. And me. And all the things I ( Read more... )

Two weeks from today and I will be graduated.

And it's not even a real two weeks because I have one more day of class, a trip to Vegas, then two days of finals.

Life is good friends. Life is good.

It's funny how your heart just knows...

I'm sad. And I get to be sad. I'm allowed to be sad.

Because the truth is that there will always be somebody who can give you what I can't. Who can be there. It's just fucked, isn't it?

I'm starting to wonder how long I can keep parading like this...

Can't shake the feeling that it's time for a new set of rules ( Read more... )