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Sometimes it's hard to tell, If something's real or if its fake. Or when friends refuse to tell you, Because they're doing it "for your own sake". It's to hard to say myself, That I'll never ever lie.
Love isn't easy, Love isn't perfect: Love is ridiculous, stressful, Love makes you cry It's instinctive, yet so complicated And so hard to work out.
As I lay awake last night, I pondered about what exactly has changed in my life. As I lay there, I felt completely and utterly bored senseless.
So um.. hi.. :) This is my very first blog and I'm not really sure how to do this sorta thing.. I guess I'll just write how I feel.. Well... It's December 26th. 12:12 am. I can't sleep.
I'm not goons lie I'm drunk posting this. I'm not gonna lie when I'm hurt I will most likely ignore you when in seriously feeling burnt and purged. Won't lie when I'm hurt I will lie and say I'm fine.
The line between dreams and reality. Blurs everyday. These eyes have seen too much. And I don't know what's real anymore. I don't go a day without. Questioning. Who I am. And what do I stand for.
Ghost dancing in twilight, Winters breeze whispering snow, My partner perfectly in step with me, For she is myself; my shadow.
Why do we let the opinions of one person change how we see the world, other people and more importantly, ourselves. To think that one person can make you feel differently about yourself blows my mind.
I guess the little things are put in the past,. Just a reminder telling us not everything can last,. Though even if the sky is a dark saddened cast,. We all the know the present is going quite fast,.
I'm never really satisfied. It's lead to my success but also to my displeasure. Is anything ever really perfect. Everything is changing. It always has and always will.
I'm looking out on a line of lights, To see the place where she may lie, Sleeping, If not today.
What's the point of talking. Is it because I am the one who is walking. What's the point of flowers. Is it because now I am quiet for hours. What's the point of kissing.
Me; in a nutshell. I keep forgetting about this app, and I apologize. Feedback would be greatly appreciated.
I keep things bottled up, It's hard for me to tell someone how I really feel. I'm scared of getting judged, and I most certainly don't want opinions of others thrown at me.
I'll always remember when I was in confirmation class... Everyone was paired up with someone and I had one of the adults that were teaching.
It's ordinary, but it's beauty aches to be realized. So ordinary, it's grace so often disguised. Moment by moment it lies within these confines. Too often overlooked by preoccupied minds.
Philosophy has long been an interest of mine.
In a sense, it's an autobiography. If I were a colour I'd be electric blue. If I were a food I'd be those sweets that pop and crackle in the back of your mouth after you eat them.
I'm not the girl I used to be, I used to be free. I didn't care what anyone thought, I used to be me. Society tells us to be ourselves, And the judges us when we do.
There are things in life you'll never forget,. Things you do that you'll always regret,. That aching pain inside,. Makes you want to run away and hide,. But where would we be if we made no mistake,.
I want my demons to go, Wished they'd leave me alone. So that my every decision, I don't constantly judge myself on. So that with the little things I can just leave alone.
Well, when you're poorly, Where do you go but...the docs, You give him the symptoms, He gives you the potion, and good advice to be taken, Label tells the how & the when, Advice taken, And what do...
Your dealing with the same ol story again. That no one cares for you, and you wish it could end. Your emotions run rampant in your struggling mind. And as you sit here alone, your begging for a sign.
Guilt stabs me, Like a dagger plunged, For I realise now, What I have done. Your whispers, Echo inside my head, Reminding me, How I let our love shrivel and be dead.