Sunday, 28 November 2010
Friday, 26 November 2010
I don't really know what to say.
Actually, I think I'm more afraid of who actually reads this,
How they're going to interpret it, and how they're going to judge me.
I tell myself that this should be my place in cyberspace.
Where I can do whatever I want, and noone can stop me.
I should be able to say whatever without a worry.
But I can't really be who I want to be and say what I want to say.
Because the truth is, there's a world out there, a world that can read.
A world that doesn't empathise and a world that judges based on assumptions.
Just one big scary world, that I have to live in.
And that's all I have to say.
Actually, I think I'm more afraid of who actually reads this,
How they're going to interpret it, and how they're going to judge me.
I tell myself that this should be my place in cyberspace.
Where I can do whatever I want, and noone can stop me.
I should be able to say whatever without a worry.
But I can't really be who I want to be and say what I want to say.
Because the truth is, there's a world out there, a world that can read.
A world that doesn't empathise and a world that judges based on assumptions.
Just one big scary world, that I have to live in.
And that's all I have to say.
Wednesday, 24 November 2010
Sunday, 21 November 2010
Tell me when to press ►
Why is it that you get to control what happens to me?
That I'm only apart of your life when you say so.
That I only get to be loved when you want to.
That I'm only your favourite when there's noone else.
That I have to go to you, when you want me to.
No matter how many times I tell myself to follow my dreams,
I end up listening to you, doing whatever you want me to.
And it's stupid because I keep coming back.
That I'm only apart of your life when you say so.
That I only get to be loved when you want to.
That I'm only your favourite when there's noone else.
That I have to go to you, when you want me to.
No matter how many times I tell myself to follow my dreams,
I end up listening to you, doing whatever you want me to.
And it's stupid because I keep coming back.
Friday, 19 November 2010
Thursday, 18 November 2010
Wednesday, 17 November 2010
200th Post 8D
I don't really know where to go from here.
Feels like I have to slow things down,
But everything is moving without me.
I can't catch up, life won't wait for me.
I guess the only thing that can wait for me, is you.
Feels like I have to slow things down,
But everything is moving without me.
I can't catch up, life won't wait for me.
I guess the only thing that can wait for me, is you.
Tuesday, 16 November 2010
Saturday, 13 November 2010
I take it all back, what was I thinking?
Thought I'd be able to surpass all the complications.
Tried to make things simple,
But I don't get to make the rules
In a world of others, I just live by their rules.
This is too hard, and it hurts to much to play.
I was kidding myself when I thought that I
could end with 'happily ever after'.
The more I think about it, I don't think I
should play other people's games.
So just give me the free pass and I'll be gone.
I promise it'll be easier in my absence
Because I don't think I belong,
I don't think I belong in your game.
Thought I'd be able to surpass all the complications.
Tried to make things simple,
But I don't get to make the rules
In a world of others, I just live by their rules.
This is too hard, and it hurts to much to play.
I was kidding myself when I thought that I
could end with 'happily ever after'.
The more I think about it, I don't think I
should play other people's games.
So just give me the free pass and I'll be gone.
I promise it'll be easier in my absence
Because I don't think I belong,
I don't think I belong in your game.
Friday, 12 November 2010
Thursday, 11 November 2010
Maybe I'm too different. :/
may·be
/ˈmeɪbi/ Show Spelled[mey-bee]–adverb
1.
perhaps; possibly: Maybe I'll go too.
–noun
2.
a possibility or uncertainty.
Maybe you don't really know me. Maybe I'm not who you think I am. Maybe I'm not who you want me to be. Maybe we're just all stuck in this fantasy and it's just time before we realise we have to wake up. Maybe everything we touch will turn to dust. Maybe this is too hard. Maybe this is what I want. Maybe you'll hate what you end up finding. Maybe if I'm lucky, just maybe you'll take me for who I am.
Tuesday, 9 November 2010
We only see the real side of people through their blogs. Through the way they write and express themselves. This is the only way, they can be who they really are, not who they are expected to be. This is probably the only place you can see who I really am, even if it is subjective, even if all I write are a couple of sentences that probably don't mean anything to you. Sometimes I wish I could see life from your perspective, just as easily you can see life from mine.
Monday, 8 November 2010
Sunday, 7 November 2010
Saturday, 6 November 2010
Friday, 5 November 2010
Wednesday, 3 November 2010
Tuesday, 2 November 2010
a girl can always wish.
Sometimes I wish memories would be more reliable. Sometimes I wish I could just freeze time just for a little while, to stay in the moment. Sometimes I wish the weather would be sunny all the time. Sometimes I wish that life didn't have to be so complicated. Sometimes I wish you could be honest with me. Sometimes I wish I wasn't the one you fell back on. Sometimes I wish hugs would last forever. Sometimes I wish that I'd be able to smile even when I'm sad. Sometimes I wish that you would call. Sometimes I wish that you would talk to me. Sometimes I wish you loved me. Sometimes I wish someone would grant me my wish.
Monday, 1 November 2010
TODAY.011110
WEIRD.FUN.AMAZING.RAINY.WET.HUGS.SHARING.NUGGETS.BADGES.CARS.BARBERS.BINS.CONFUSING.UNDERSTANDING.RUNNING.MESS.BREATHLESS.
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