Some occasions are meant to be shared...

Sometimes I wish I could just say everything I am thinking and no one take offense to it or repeled by it. Some times I just want to say, "if you showed up at my door right now, the answer would be Yes. And that has never changed".

Some nights are harder than most. and I know it makes me an emo whiny bitch, but i just needed to say it out loud.i know i should, i know it should be out of my head and im sure it is out of hers, but that doesnt mean i miss her any less. and it makes me hate myself for making myself feel like this, and some days i wish i just had a sleeping pill ( Read more... )

Perfection is dancing at a wedding with the girl of your dreams. Irony is her going home to someone else.

is wondering at what point the constant crushing and then hope will leave me a shell of a person

trying real hard to hold it together.

signs are good, but it doesnt ease how scared I am, nor help with the fact that im supposed to entertain 150 people tonight.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I hate waiting, and feel gagged and broken. I missed the single most important thing, she was in pain... I was so wrapped up and conceded in my own pain that I forgot about hers, and for that I will never forgive myself. And now I wait, as patiently as possible, to be crushed for a finial time. But at least I tried ( Read more... )

Holy Crap, I totally forgot about this thing. I have finialy began to understand what makes a good friend to me. I hate my life right now and I regret so many things of late that it is pretty close to all i think about. SO i hold on to a piece of vigilance and focus everything on it and that is all that keeps me from going home. I do have hope ( Read more... )

i have so much to say, and yet I cannot artfully articulate that which I must communicate. But words will be heard. not that they will make any logical sense.

and its started, Im just destroying everything.