And bring it back.
I love you.
but you know that...
See how far I can run?
I don't like to be found.
Or heard, or seen,
Whatever in between....
I'm happy just to be
Nobody it seems.
must be throwing off some bitch vibe. just a feeling. why else would people ignore me?
it can come from anywhere, a comment, a news article, a scene from a movie. something that triggers the bad memories and brings back the insecurities... and is followed by a flood of tears.
I should be over this. fuck life. fuck junior high. fuck those fuckers.
if I could write the story, would it satisfy
Think before I do and think some more before I "send."
sometimes i make my heart feel broken. i see what i see and i weep. :'(
when someone obviously smaller than you says to you "i have 20 lbs to go to reach my goal." what is that, size 0? i know i'm fat, but shit... i must look like more of a whale than i realized.
i see what you see,
but that will never be me.
time just never stood still.
All of a sudden it's what I'm NOT doing that matters more.
i could really be a bitch and fuck with someone's life.
keep it in mind to reason away.
days of doing nothing
to think up something to say.
If years between us didn't exist
And time stood still,
If all I had to do was submit,
Would you claim me as real
Or just imagined?
Would my thoughts become your words
Or would my eyes become your windows?
I Could Break You.
Brought to bear the greatest love, I carry a burden and a blessing.
Scene: In Angel Square, Destiny stands in the middle of a thick fog. Behind her a familiar figure. She feels his presence, hears his voice. She can't see him, but he can see her. At first unaware of where she is, a sense of familiarity overcomes her, she smiles and starts to speak to the air in front of her. The presences follows her as she paces around.
Last day at my job today.
Not sure how I feel about it.
At this point I should be super excited. A new adventure! Still I'm conflicted.
Its all said and done. No going back, as my boss said to me when I left.
I knew what he meant. He knows only part of the reason why I'm leaving.
Truth be told I felt unappreciated. taken advantage of, I hated working with one particular person, I hated that my manager was leaving for the whole month of July and that I couldn't take time off. I hated being an assistant. I hated having to be at work at 8:00 am and that I couldn't see my daughter before she went to school. I hated having 1/2 hour for lunch. I hated the money I was making.
Okay, saying those things makes me glad that I left.
i have this picture in my head that you'll grab me by the hair and smash my face into the dashboard.