it never gets any easier but with all the practice i've had, i have gotten better at it.
i'm not sure if i hide it or if i ignore it or if i even feel it anymore...this pain, the pain only you can bring, it's evolved into a part of me.
that's why i'm getting out.
i want you.
but i will have nothing to do with you.

i thought i'd have a rant. i thought i'd have so much to say. i thought i'd speak some of my mind ( Read more... )

something's wrong.

...i think it's me.

i love him ( Read more... )

i'm happy ( Read more... )

what the hell am i supposed to do now?
you love me too late.
am i going to fall for this again?
i want to.
i want to be able to.
but my head is screaming at my stupid, foolish heart.
stupid, foolish you.

"and if you say this makes you happy,
then I'm not the only one lying."

i wish i had the words, but i just don't even know what to think or feel

like i tell the residents at the halfway house to - i'm just living each day as it comes, and when that becomes too difficult, i live each minute as it comes.
and when i look back, i've lived a lot of days pretty damn well.

i hide behind big sunglasses.
and i joined the ipod nation to tune you out.

some days i just don't feel like any of this is worth it.

i'm not okay ( Read more... )