February 2010
every time you laugh.
every time I cry.
here. in. your. arms.
hellogoodbye
stop it already.
give me my space and walkaway. i hate how we’re so awkward. I HATE how we just stood there. I hated standing there. I hated watching you walkaway. I hated knowing how bad it was.
but on the up side.
he’s beautiful and smart, he’s caring and he’s a great basketball player. he’s different and tall, he’s great. he’s not like you, and i...
“Making music should not be left to the professionals.”
– Michelle Shocked
waking up at the start of the end of the world.
something to believe;
would you bother to stay?
don't you bother what i do.
You told me, there’s no need to talk it out cause it’s too late. To proceed, and slowly I took your words and walked away. No looking back, I won’t regret. I will find my way. I’m broken, but still I have to say; It’s Alright, Ok. I’m so much better without you, I won’t be sorry. Alright, Ok? Don’t you bother what I do. No matter what you say, I...
you know.
i have let you go. and pulled someone else in. i will let them in. because you created these walls around me. that i’m scared to take apart because i was afraid of getting hurt.
it kills me to see how silent we are around each other. it kills me that we don’t talk. at all.
and i hope you see, that someone i pulled in, will be better for me. they might not treat me the same way you...
listen to the crickets sing.
i remember when we could just sit there and stare at each other and laugh. i remember when you walked me to class. i remember when i was the number one on priorities, and the number one of the forgotten list. i remember when we texted all the time from morning to night. i remember the soundtrack of my summer was you. you were my thunder. i remember that i wasn’t thinking about anything...
how far we've come.
I’m waking up at the start at the end of the world, but it’s feeling like every other morning before. Now I’m wondering what my life is going to mean if it’s gone. The cars are moving like a half a mile an hour and I started staring at the passengers waving goodbye. Can you tell me what was ever special about me all this time? I believe the world is burning to the ground....
the clock keeps ticking...
it won’t stop.
