Time to go

Underwear shopping.

I think that maybe I should really start

Taking people's advice and stop going against the grain with everything.


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The worst thing about you is that

For all the times you pleaded and swore. You're still the first person to text him, the last person to text him, and you have yet to come to me and try and fix our broken friendship. Yes I know EXACTLY what this is about. I knew all along.


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I wanna be okay

But I don't know if it's time yet.


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You wrote this once

and now i know the truth:so lets see if youll fess up... there is only one thing you can tell me that will crush me more than i already am. p.s. it's probably not what u think

So here it is for you. I know the truth. And this will be more than once. So let's see if you fess up and let me in finally. Or if I'm gonna be left outside. Cause I won't be outside. I'm over it.

We dance to the beat of bad kissers clicking teeth

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I don't like it

I don't like it
I don't like it
I don't like it
I don't like it
But I like you


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I hate how I can have all these thoughts about you

But once you are here everything just goes away and it's only you and me. It's this power I give you that hurts me in the end.

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I wish that I had

A life where I can just float around like a free spirit. I wish I had a job that paid me enormous amounts of money to do something that I loved. I wish I could be unstable and go where the wind takes me. I wish I could be reckless and fun. I wish I could make my own choices. I wish I could make your choices. I wish I could feel you. I wish this post didn't sound so depressing. I'm glad I'm not depressed.


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Maybe I just need to stop over reacting...

It's times like these

When I sit here at the bar and think why did I let it go this far? Why do I put myself in these situations? How did I let myself get so attached?

What is everyone hiding?


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Legend of the guardians

This movie makes me wanna write.


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I'm so sorry that i

Care too much and like you too much and know it isn't good for me and know it will hurt me in the end. But I don't care because you're right here, right now -- with me.


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"You and your museum of lovers

But I still love to wash in your old bathwater"


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So tomorrow is the day...

Will you truly be happy to see me? Or will I just be a physical embodiment of the chains that bind you? Will we really grow as a couple and be happy? Or will things start to get weird as time progresses? Will you give me the attention I missed when we go out? Or are you going to be too distracted by the "boys"? Ugh, I'm not excited for this chapter. But again this is the part I HATE about relationships. The setting up the boundaries and the getting to know each other. I wish we were already in the I have nothing to hide and comfortable because you know all my dirty little secrets stage. But the hard part can always lead to something rich and real. I hope for that. Can you beat my drum hard.

Insert devilish smile here

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Drink (Jan.13.08)

You drink

I drink

We all drink

The fluid of life into our veins

Sometimes just as refreshing as candy canes

Other times just as animal as primal things

Soft, hard, fast, slow, lather it up

I’m going to make a cup

Bout time these volcanoes erupt

Now slow again, let me catch this sail

Sharp as an orange flower yet with a beautiful smell

You drank

I drank

We all drank

The rain that falls upwards

The schools of fish gather in herds

Swimming with the current as it bursts

So violent and sweet at the same time

I hear a sigh with a whispered curse

Nothing in the world is better or worse

Tongue and lips give away your thirst

This thing always feels like a first

You drink

I drank

We all wipe our lips

After the fire burns from my eyes

Passion thrashed with fairy wings

The fluid of life into our veins

Sometimes just as refreshing as candy canes

Other times just as animal as primal things

Sweat slowly slides down my brow

I think that it’s your turn now

You drank, now I drink, and we will both

Lick our lips

What does the word "friend" mean?

Just give me a name. Seems fishy when it's just a "friend" and then when I ask for a name it's still just a "friend" I know from here. Weird. But I'm not stressing. I always find things out...ALWAYS.

Raise your glass to all the friends

that you thought wouldn't make it, but have started to make something of themselves. Even though it's too late for us, I'm glad you're turning yourself around.

Just when I thought

that you were taking me down a dark trail you know EXATLY what to say to make me assured and happy. I'm glad that I got you around. I think this is all good.

A lot of times I think that

I might be too tame for you.

Or maybe you just aren't the person that you try to be.

I get scared when you black out

because you have no idea what you are doing. Because I'm not on your mind. Because you like to make out. Because you like to dirty dance and touch body parts. Because you could be hurting me and not even know. I'm not gonna sit here and say that I never blacked out. But when I do the first thing I think about is you and how I'm so glad I was out with my bestfriend who wouldn't let me do anything "stupid".

When does going out and blacking out

stop?

I'd rather bleed with cuts of love

Then live without any scars


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I've decided to

start blogging again.