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I'm that girl that everyone thinks is okay. I'm normal, ya know. I'm that girl that no one expects to have problems at home. But I do..
I probably won't love you in ten years time.
Don't get me wrong I love who I am I don't wanna be ungrateful It probably sounds strange I really love the role I play The songs I sing But with all the fame The things that seem so simple But...
So there's the term "Writers' block"... To explain that awful feeling of complete imagination emptiness that befalls a writer who's mind switches off.
I can't bear to show my bad side, It makes everyone want to hide. I give them all three looks, And start throwing furniture and books.
Sometimes I just wanna cry. Why can't things just be normal. You have to go get ill, or really tired, complaining at my ass expecting sympathy. Well guess what. You're not getting it.
My heart is numb, Frozen still, It's movement ceased, Against my will. My head is sore, A bludgeoned mind, From thoughtless words, No longer kind.
Hello again, today is Monday, November 19, 2012. Today I'd like to ask the question of why. Why do we care about the things we care about.
No one ever listens,. Yet I always try,. Sometimes I just want to run away,. Curl up and begun to cry,. No one ever cared,. Yet I do my best,. I'm sorry I'm only one person,.
This weekend...today...so far, all of the days leading up to Thanksgiving I am super ungrateful for and I wish to have the long, awful days erased from my memory.
The tide is turning The sand is drying My mind is swirling My heart is crying It's all too late Who am I. What do I want. What can I do.
Worthless useless good for nothing, To the table what do I actually bring.
Nightshift taken its toll. Grumpy Burr has returned. Cheering myself is my goal. But others may feel burned. Compassion is lacking,. My brain is lethargic. My Facade is cracking.
I used to know you, In some ways I still do, But the passage of time, Divided us two, A dormant volcano, Burst emotions to the skies, And right now I'm wishing, To be by your side, Could I not see...
Hello again, and today is Sunday, November 18, 2012. Now lately I've been wondering how we split things into dichotomies.
Looking at you is not like looking at others I notice the curves and edges of your body and see what you do I observe the movements you make and watch your eyes.
Have you ever had a feeling like you just want to forget everything. All your feelings and the things you once did. That's how I feel now. And I don't mean to moan, but it's getting me down.
Expectations, culture, family graft onto our eyes A captivating child's toy, obscuring what's behind.
My cat is pretty feisty, And I'm tripping up a lot, Now my arms are getting colder, And all this, that and whatnot.
No tears, just thoughts Of what if. And if not. Who I am hates who I've been But I'm still wrapped up in sin I'm jealous. I'm okay. I'm angry. Can this all go away.
'What' and 'if' are two words as non-threatening than two words can be. But put them together, side by side and they have the power to haunt you for the rest of your life. What if. What if. What if.
You know when you get those days when nothing goes right. I just want to find something new in my life. I'm fed up of what I'm doing at the moment.
Your heart is made of stone,. Full of cracks and crevices,. With that heart you must feel alone,. It beats the sound of all of your negatives,. One day your heart of stone will grow,.
Hello again, and today is Saturday, November 17, 2012. Not to sound redundant through the title, but fear is inevitable. Fear is always present, especially when making things.