I haven't written in a long time.
I'm happy with where I am right now.
I'm happy with what I'm doing.
I'm happy with my buddies.
I'm happy with who I'm with.

too bad being happy is a sin <3
good luck with everything. cause I've said it a thousand times. and you know it a thousand times over. 'all is fair in love and war' kill me now. you knew damn well. its all a game and i've just  taught myself how to be indifferent.yet (I am a total wreck) too bad I have some sort of feelings. 'angry?' haa 'i made ( Read more... )

Do you ever take lyrics from every song you hear and make them fit you/your life. Or  want to believe that every song is just for you. Or that songs make me sick with memories. Good and bad a like.
I get upset much too easily.
I get sick much too easily as well.
I think I'm making myself sick, or something is just wrong with me. Haa. I can't really ( Read more... )

I need to work on cheering up.

How have you been, nice to see you again
How quickly these conversations seem to end
You meet a friend, every now and then
How quickly these relations turn into trends

Put all your walls up and open your windows
And close all your doors
You catch yourself standing in front of the mirror
And now you need more

What do you wish for
To catch you as you're ( Read more... )

I'm not going to get mad. And I won't let myself be sad anymore.
I guess I'm just sorry for you. I didn't know, and frankly, I know how you feel.
Just something more I expected would happen.

I finally did it. I talked to Michael. I picked my sorry self off the floor and called him. And saw him. And remembered how amazing he makes me feel. Complete, happy, alive. God knows how much he means to me, how  much I love him. one of those people you don't ever forget.  and he knows that.
 after all that time missing him and wanting to hate him ( Read more... )

myspace is a BITCH.
smile wink smile.

.............

I'm also the biggest jerk ever.
he got me flowers.
scratch that- roses, he got me roses.
what the hell.

I don't know anything at all and I'm somebody else
It could take years to find you, it could years to find myself
And I don't need to hear your answer I just need you to see
That I think it's time to break down these walls that we throw

Am I still breathing have I lost that feeling
Am I made of glass 'cause you see right through me
I don't know ( Read more... )

...was amazing. ( June 24th, 2006)
food food food. Market Basket. Five slices. "we need to leave"
exit 11. lets take 10 instead. "ask someone in line!" rain rain rain. "How much?" "That's over 200 percent profit..." standing in line. free smooothies. little kids. "I don't have gum" liiar liiiar if you're keeping score...
The Subways. "Glad that's over ( Read more... )