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~*Hugs*~ | True Friday. 12.1.06 2:37 pm
Comment! (2) | Recommend! Later Friday. 12.1.06 3:19 am I'm going to write a swell entry Comment! (1) | Recommend! Inside my head Wednesday. 11.22.06 8:57 am I'll be back Sunday. Home. Comment! (6) | Recommend! I feel like a child as I look at the moon Saturday. 11.18.06 9:47 am If there was some way to remember that dream in detail I don't know if I would want to. Yet even as I groggily blinked my eyes and reached across my night stand for my glasses I could feel it slipping away; like fine sand pouring through my fingers, and I felt the urge to scream at it's loss. Keeping a friend company a pleasant walk through a busy street children laughing -a kiss on the cheek? A new friend added to the mix? A kitchen table rendezvous Racing through moonlit streets A familiar face -a familiar hug -a well known broken smile Laughter apart -a hug good morning back where we started Comment! (4) | Recommend! (1) blue diamonds moving on a green field Wednesday. 11.15.06 2:04 pm What is this feeling so sudden and new? I felt the moment I laid eyes on you my pulse is rushing my head is reeling my face is flushing What is this feeling fervid as a flame? Does is have a name? YES! loathing. unadulterated loathing Could it be that there's a point of hope? Some island in this ocean I've put myself in? A place of refuge from the storm? Is it too much to hope for? Too good to be true? We'll see one way or another. Some friends from High School are coming into town this weekend. It'll be good to see my apartment filled with people and hopefully laughter. Of all the things in this world that I hate and fear - it's an empty house. Especially if it's my empty house. I've been going to XA and I plan on going alot more. They seem like such good people, through and through. Of course looks can be decieving - but I'm willing to find out. I've been talking to them about some of my general problems, and Alot of them have been praying for me - it brings me some small measure of comfort. I noticed yesterday though, that I feel small when I'm around them. I'm dwarfed by them in so many ways that I feel completely inadequate. I think that's why I haven't been going as much as I said I would - or as much as I should. I hate that I don't have anything to say. I love words and yet they hate me. "I wouldn't say that you're plain. I think a lot of your problems are rooted in your inexplicable desire to please people when you go out and do something. You don't need to be the smartest person or the most hard working or anything like that. You just need to do what you love to do independent of what anyone else thinks." HOW?! Comment! (3) | Recommend! For 3 weeks, she sleeps Friday. 11.10.06 2:34 pm All I can say is that my life is pretty plain I like watchin' the puddles gather rain And all I can do is just pour some tea for two and speak my point of view But it's not sane, It's not sane So a few nights ago things got a little too much for me to handle. After I realized that everyone I could talk to was either busy or just not answering their phones I gave in and called my mom. I told her alot of what's been going on (not all of it, but enough) and I instantly felt so much better. See, I have this horrible habit of not being able to lie...some would think that's a good thing (and I suppose sometimes it's alright) but it can get annoying. In the end, after I talked to her I felt SO much better. I just want someone to say to me oh,oh, oh, oh I'll always be there when you wake yea, yea Ya know I'd like to keep my cheeks dry today So stay with me and I'll have it made And I don't understand why I sleep all day And I start to complain that there's no rain I also figured out why things have gotten harder to deal with. I've been lonely. I've never had many friends up here and recently they've all had their own things to do. This leaves me with going to class and simply returning to the solitary confienment of my apartment. It's not horrible, but in the end I believe I just need more human interaction than I thought. This is why I've been moody, bitchy, and a little depressed. To counteract this I've been making it a point to talk to my friends who live out of town on a more consistent basis. I'm also taking a trip down to Austin this weekend for a good friend's birthday. We're going to have dinner out on the lake and it's supposed to quite a to-do. All it'll cost me is my weekend and 50$ for gas there and back. And all I can do is read a book to stay awake And it rips my life away, but it's a great escape escape......escape......escape...... All I can say is that my life is pretty plain ya don't like my point of view ya think I'm insane Its not sane......it's not sane. I have my meeting with my advisor at 3 o'clock. I don't know where I'm at academically and everytime I let my mind wander to it my stomach still knots up a little bit. With the help of a really good friend however I'm starting to learn that worrying helps nothing. So I need to figure out where I stand, decide what needs to be done, talk to whomever I need to talk to, and believe that in the end (somehow...) things will be ok. I'm not scared - I'm just concerned for those around me. I just want someone to say to me oh, oh, oh, oh I'll always be there when you wake yea, yea Ya know I'd like to keep my cheeks dry today So stay with me and I'll have it made (I'll have it made I'll have it made You know we're really gonna, really gonna have it made Gonna have it made ahhh,ahhh, ahhh, ahhh) Comment! (1) | Recommend! |
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