Jun 11, 2005

Do You Like The Way You Feel?


I'm not because i am being forced from my comfort zone...i am not suppose to feel this way...i should be ok and i know for a fact that I am so why this??? after all this time WHY this? fuckin' A...the world is so fucked up already so why do people like you, you moronic nincompoop still exists??? fuckin a. why should i even be bothered...you are nothing. you amount to nothing in my book. nada. zero. l'eoff. nil. zilch.

Jun 10, 2005

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the rains are here...ugh...here comes cold lonely nights...brrrr!


I don't mind
© Cynthia Alexander

does it matter much to me how?
I don't mind
does it matter much to me how?
I don't mind
please don't leave your shadow on the floor
I'll be alright

does it matter much to me why?
I don't mind
does it matter much to me why?
I don't mind
Its for me a little inconvenient
but I'll be alright

I don't mind

does it matter much to me how?
I don't mind
it don't make no difference
I don't mind
you see,
you're only rubbing salt
on my open wounds
it'll only take awhile to be alright

I don't mind

Jun 7, 2005

People will forget what you did, but people will NEVER forget how you made them feel



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Jun 5, 2005

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I don't read Neil Gaiman's books but imma thinking that he's kinda a super genius after I read this from Tin's blog:

"Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love."

AMEN