This blog is a piece of its writer. A peek into a mind that can't be read. A glimpse into a story never told. A beauty like no other. Indulge in the words of a young girl who write to spill the contents of the baggage that once burdened her.
Friday, May 7, 2010
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Stories I need to Hear.......
Tell me your stories, those filled with the pain and hardships of love, so that I may not feel alone in my endeavor. Why have things become this way my sweet? When did everything get so complex and filled with confusion? Tell me stories of how you fell in love with the one.Please to me how it is supposed to work. not like this. I just want to hear your stories, to be inspired by your love and devotion. I want to know my dear, I just want to know.
Why is it my love that its become awkward between us? Did I mess up again? I didn't mean to. I don't what happened :/. But maybe if I hear the stories I will fell better and it will all go away. Please tell me you stories, I need to hear them.
Why is it my love that its become awkward between us? Did I mess up again? I didn't mean to. I don't what happened :/. But maybe if I hear the stories I will fell better and it will all go away. Please tell me you stories, I need to hear them.
Monday, May 3, 2010
Things that make me sick.
My hands are clammy, I stick them in my pocket but I can't keep the sweat from seeping through. Its weird huh, how I want something to last but the whole idea terrifies. My shell, I also retreat into it a soon as COMMIT is slipped into a conversation. Ah, I want something but don't want to work for it typical me.IMPULSE I seem to live on impulse, that what makes the world view me as fickle. Living on impulse no always good. Him oh no he is great but I have began to question if the words of another were right, "No body wants to put up with your crap." :/ It seems true enough, I mean I am all over the place, one day open another closed off, something I think to much other times to little , I haven't fund the balance yet. Yes, I am a huge mess but who isn't. Even the most put together person in the world will have a mess once in a while. I mean I am just trying to find myself. Damn hands revealing things that don't need to be known.
Ah, Mirror Mirror on the wall stop telling me what to do. I just want to break the face of the girl looking back at me. Her smile sweet and sure her eyes vulnerable yet strong. I hate her because I lost her buried so deep in the confines of my mind. Its like she mocking me. Live day to day they say, I can't do that I don't why its impossible that's of course unless I can. It depends on my mood. Yeah I am a moody girl it all depends that's the instability of the life as a teenagers I suppose. Excuse me, girl in the mirror where did you go?
Oh great I feel sick again, sick of him, her, you, especially you. So I stick my hands in my pocket in attempts to hide the sweat.
Ah, Mirror Mirror on the wall stop telling me what to do. I just want to break the face of the girl looking back at me. Her smile sweet and sure her eyes vulnerable yet strong. I hate her because I lost her buried so deep in the confines of my mind. Its like she mocking me. Live day to day they say, I can't do that I don't why its impossible that's of course unless I can. It depends on my mood. Yeah I am a moody girl it all depends that's the instability of the life as a teenagers I suppose. Excuse me, girl in the mirror where did you go?
Oh great I feel sick again, sick of him, her, you, especially you. So I stick my hands in my pocket in attempts to hide the sweat.
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