Girl, Interrupted
| Cement | Jul 5, 09 @ 3:22am |
| New approach.
Is this person good enough for me? I'm tired of the ridiculous, cliche excuses and bullshit. "Oh, I like you...you're so smart, funny, clever, pretty, nice...etc... ...but...." No. No buts. Take your bullshit and fuck off. I'm sick of hearing it. I'm sick of making excuses for the people who think I'll buy it. And every time up until now, I did! No matter the cost. I don't want to sit on my driveway at 3 am crying because you don't care enough to try. I'm stronger than that. Well, I should be. No more being strung along for the bumpy ride of indecision and indifference. I refuse to victimize myself and be a ridiculous wimp. I despise that in other people- and I would hate to be a hypocrite. |
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| (Untitled.) | Jun 30, 09 @ 1:29am |
| Indecision at its best.
I haven't figured out what the best course of action is. Not doing anything hasn't been the right answer. |
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| Single Girls | Jun 29, 09 @ 10:44pm |
| I think you'd like my new hair
I cut it when you weren't there And pieces of us everywhere Were falling down My bed is now a girl's bed Pink flowers under my head And pillows on your side instead Of you 'Cause that's what single girls do Don't think about you I'm reading books on meditation Praying for my heart's salvation I've got the motivation To be a free girl now I've gone drinking with the guy down the hall Put up a new color on my bare walls I'm so damn busy After all 'Cause that's what single girls do Don't think about you I keep trying I keep trying To make my way back to the light where I belong But God keeps lying God keeps lying Saying, "this is for the best and nothing here is wrong" But I'm still thinking about you I think you'd like my new hair I cut it like I didn't care That pieces of me everywhere Were falling down One more glass of wine Before I turn off the lights This time I'll be fine I'll be fine I'll be fine -Laura Jansen |
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| Skinny love | Jun 28, 09 @ 10:34pm |
| Come on skinny love just last the year
Pour a little salt we were never here My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer I tell my love to wreck it all Cut out all the ropes and let me fall My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my Right in the moment this order's tall I told you to be patient I told you to be fine I told you to be balanced I told you to be kind In the morning I'll be with you But it will be a different "kind" I'll be holding all the tickets And you'll be owning all the fines Come on skinny love what happened here Suckle on the hope in lite brassiere My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my Sullen load is full; so slow on the split I told you to be patient I told you to be fine I told you to be balanced I told you to be kind Now all your love is wasted? Then who the hell was I? Now I'm breaking at the britches And at the end of all your lines Who will love you? Who will fight? Who will fall far behind? -Bon Iver |
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| Hysteric | Jun 28, 09 @ 2:45pm |
| No longer, no longer
What you ask Strange steps Heels turned black The cinders, the cinders They light the path Of these strange steps Take us back, take us back Flow sweetly, hang heavy You suddenly, complete me You suddenly, complete me Flow sweetly, hang heavy You suddenly, complete me You suddenly, complete me Oh oh aaayyy Oh oh ayyee Hysteric Oh oh aaayyy Oh oh ayeee Hysterical No wonder, no wonder Other half, strange steps Heels turned black The cinders they splinter And light the path These strange steps Trace us back trace us back Flow sweetly, hang heavy You suddenly, complete me You suddenly, complete me Flow sweetly, hang heavy You suddenly, complete me You suddenly complete me Hysteric Hysteric Hysteric Hysteric Hysteric Hysterical. -Yeah Yeah Yeahs |
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| Things I'll never say | Jun 26, 09 @ 11:13pm |
| My Dearest,
I've missed you very, very much since that last night we were together. And will hold that night especially in my memories for years to come. I've been turning it over and over in my mind lately. I've read your letter through at least four times and will probably read it more times before I'm through. I've been sitting here, looking at your picture, getting more homesick every minute. I've wanted that picture more than anything else I know of, except of course, you, yourself. I keep thinking of you darling, keep wishing I could be home with you. I want to leave in the worst possible way so I can come home to see you, but things don't look so good on that subject. But this war has spoiled a lot of things for everyone, I guess. I've never been so lonesome in my life as I am now. I'm completely lost without you darling. I never realized I could miss any one person so much. I just hope it won't be to much longer until I'm able to be with you again. And live a sane and normal life... -Blink 182 |
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| Size too small | Jun 22, 09 @ 12:43am |
| Another birthday is coming, and will pass without him.
A lot of things have memories attached to them. I think maybe exposing myself to them will help me get over it. Sometimes I wish there was a safe place for my heart to go. Someone to talk to. Ramble. Not very likely. Why am I willing to take chances, risks that most people aren't? I'm never the right girl, for the ones that fascinate me. Why am I not content with someone like Brian, or Tim? But pine over someone like Liam? Makes no sense. Do I WANT to hurt? Sometimes I wonder. INhale. EXhale. Remember to trust in God. Breathe x 2. Stop trying to have it all figured out. Everything rises, going at it all All the surprises in a size too small And what if I told you I was still in love with this? Would you surprise us In a size for all of me? I still know you. |
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| Blisters | Jun 21, 09 @ 5:41am |
| I am bound by invisible ties.
Chaining me to conventions. That maybe I care nothing about. Exasperation. Adjectives. I love adjectives. The birds are chirping. 4:45 am. I should be asleep and I'm not. And I have blisters between my toes. Every time I wiggle my big toe it is this uncomfortable, dull pain that I hate. Exposed skin and I hate it. Sometimes I think I'm a monster of a person. |
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