.... Books on a Shelf Whose Pages... Do -Not- Want to be Read...

Mar 25, 2006 19:35

The title reminds me of Amara's poetry... I recall one of her poems having a similar line to the title of this entry ( Read more... )

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like_kenshin March 26 2006, 00:39:19 UTC
*hugs* nothing us futile. heza if i can strive to try to do everything to get my poetry out there and read by millions of people to try to change someone's life...

you can change someone's as well just by being alive. hell, you've changed mine.. i learned to try to trust again. and to forgive...you've taught me things that church or school will never teach me...

you are good friend heza... and a good person.

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katarz March 26 2006, 00:41:04 UTC
I suppose... I just feel like curling up and rotting away; even though my mind is already undergoing mental decay as we speak.

But... I agree... I just wish more people would care... v.v

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its me.... please read. wordstoscars March 26 2006, 01:54:25 UTC
Since Amara is choosing to get involved on GJ - and I didn't see you online anywhere, I'm going to leave my comment here, and no, it will not be mean.

I just wanted to say sorry - for coming off as hostile. I really didn't mean to come off that way. I'd rather get your opinion from you than from someone else - just for closeure.

I'm very sorry for what I've done to you.

All I want is to just talk to you, whether it be as friends or whatever else. I don't mind either way, and I really didn't mean to come off as bitchy.

I hope you feel better, Heather.

Gabby

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Why? katarz March 26 2006, 02:50:17 UTC
Amara chosed to get involved on GJ because... well, the hints are obviously not working; but the matter of fact is -- you sicken me.

I gave my all to our relationship -- to the point where I would work to give you and your family money, to the point where it drove me insane, to the point where I forgot about myself. What do I get in return? A slap in the face.

I tried to be there for you -- a-many a night I would sit up and try to think of what I had done wrong when you were suicidal, I blamed myself. I will not blame you for the cause of my self-blame; but when you and your mom point the finger at me innumerous amounts of times; that is when I point the finger back.

You keep pointing out all negativity that I do; God forbid we remember all the positive things I have done. In our old relationship, which you can't even call a friendship or anything except that of below; it was "give give give" on my end -- and "take take take" on yours. I put myself on the line; and let's admit it... it was just a vicious cycle ( ... )

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