When the words you say aren't what you mean ( Read more... )

waiting for the words without sound

waiting for the words not yet found

waiting for you, without you

waiting for something more than true.

this is rough and the line needs to be fixed... or expanded... either way:

sometimes its like there are no strangers left. everyone i see is walking away with a memory of mine.

in my dreams. i can see. all of the things. in which you won't let me. believe.

it's been so long since i've heard your voice ( Read more... )

I'm scared that I don't know how to be me.

Why am I so broken?

I've had so many people tell me recently how they wish they had my life... my scholarship, my grades, my "perfect" boyfriend, my improving relationship with my parents...

So why do I hate it?

What the hell is wrong with me?!?!

So what do you say when you live in a town you don't like, where only four people are your real friends and you are 500 km from home ( Read more... )

Don't let the memories become your dreams.

Does it make sense to you? It's making sense to me.

the line between love and hate gets all bent out of shape over you