These days I find it easier to hate people. It's harder to make friends when you grow up. I guess you really have to think about whether or not you want to invest that much time on someone and whether or not you want to accept that they might just hurt you.

Well, when you love there's no guarantee that you'll always be safe. If anything it makes you more susceptible to it.


I want to try rather than deny.

"Do you know how many people we're missing out on because all we do is talk shit?"

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Today when I was driving to work, I heard a really sweet old R&B song on FM 92.5. They have songs on there that really get you hyped up yknow! Yeah..anyway,At first, I thought the song was cheesy, but I started liking it. It's cute. I don't know what the song is called or who sang it.



Sometimes I wonder if people who write their songs actually follow what they sing. Like you'll hear or sing to the sweetest lyrics ever and wonder that maybe the person who wrote the song is as sweet and sensitive as they write. And it always seems like that person is sooo perfect. Because he sings about that wrongs like he can treat you right. Or what if he's just the opposite of what he sings. Maybe He sings for the money. But you never know. I like to think that what he sings reflects who he is.



Sometimes it's just so silly to think about, because you start thinking about that ideal person who is somewhere out there but you can't just grasp them just yet. Like the song they sing just gets to you, and you feel like he's there and you're reaching out to him but your fingertips can't even graze his sleeve. Then that feeling where he's just a few millimeters away just gets to you. And it sucks. haha, it does. But that's just me.



So here's a line that really stood outfrom the song:
"I'd like to know what makes you cry, because I wanna be the one who always makes you smile."

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I hate living at my parent's house because there is no freaking privacy. Every stupid letter I get in the mail is opened before I get home.

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Being last place and I go hand in hand. Take a look at my insides and what you'll find is a hallow empty space. That's a pitiful sight. A skeleton that protects nothing within its rib cage. Must I lose my faith in everything I believe in every time this happens? My hopes can no longer go as high as a thread can take it. I need a new and improved bone structure best suited to protect this thing I call my heart.


talk about emo.
im a wreck.

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I don’t want this to be our story. I don’t want you to just settle for me. I want you to have known all along who I was and what I meant to you. I don’t want to have to wait for you to realize it. I don’t want to have to feel like you meant all this much to me for so long while it took you forever to even notice. I don’t want to be the pathetic girl who waits for you all the time. I don’t want to be that girl you have wrapped around your finger to pull back whenever you want to with stupid meaningless words.

This took so much of me while you made it out to be a game. You’re so undeserving. I don’t want to give it all to you again because this will just repeat itself all over. I don’t care if you die alone. I don’t care if you “need” me. I don’t care if you were stupid before and didn’t know what you were doing. I don’t care about what you regret. I don’t care about how perfect we are for one another. I don’t care about how you loved me all along but you were too scared to admit it.

BECAUSE ALL OF THAT DOESN’T MAKE UP FOR EVERYTHING I WENT THROUGH.

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