This band of hopeless people
Burying the wasted dreams we've given up on
In the love that we have for one another

This band of hopeful people
Living out the dreams of love we've always had
In the times we spend together

If my heart is a house, it's an open one
But the real estate lady is a fucking bitch.

I've been kindof wanting to post about stuff for months, but I keep just not wanting to. At first it was because I didn't want to get my hopes up and be all mushy and gooey over a boy when I wasn't sure if it was going to last, and today it's because there are just too many things in my head and I can't figure out what to do with them and I want ( Read more... )

H'ok. Time for a real entry. Here goes ( Read more... )

Wowwwwwwwwww. It has been over a year and a half since I've posted on here. That's nuts. Life sure has changed.

Just checking in, I guess, so that the world of LJ knows that I still exist... and just for the record, life is pretty ok! :)

Goodnight, everyone!

I talked a couple of weeks ago about the dream I had in which Stephen told me that he didn’t know if he wanted to be with me any more. Not that he didn’t want to. Not that he didn’t love me or that he wanted to break up or be with anyone else, but just that he didn’t know. And it hurt me more that he simply had no passion left for me than it ( Read more... )

Something's been going on with my dreams in the past year or so ( Read more... )

Stephen just headed home for the night ( Read more... )

I had a dream this morning that Stephen told me he didn't know if he wanted to be with me any more. I woke up crying, and didn't really know for a few moments if it had been a dream or not. What hurt me more than anything was that he didn't know, he had no more passion for me, he just didn't care. I really wanted to call him, to hear his voice, ( Read more... )