Shailin was telling me on Friday that she found my blog a while ago, and was amazed that I'm blogging, because everyone gave up on the blogspot craze ages ago (yeah, and moved on to facebook, wait, what?)
So yeah, I don't know what to say now :S
I think that's my problem, I need someone to live for. Or something equally stupid and pathetic...
Floating, falling, sweet intoxication!
Touch me, trust me savour each sensation!
Let the dream begin,
let your darker side give in
to the power of the music that I write -
the power of the music of the night .
I thought that maybe seeing your beauty again could make me forget how ugly the rest of the world is. I thought that the lack of your pulchritudinous smile was the reason I chose to hate people. I realise now that this smile had only heightened my hatred of people, mainly because wanting to see this smile so much has heightened my hatred of myself.
Oh well I look at you and say it's the happiest I have ever been
and I'll say "I feel I no longer have to be James Dean",
and She'll say,
"Oh yeah, Well I feel pretty happy too,
And I'm always pretty happy when I'm just kicking back with you".
and it will be
Love Love Love
All through our bodies
Love Love Love
All through our minds
and it'd be
Love love Love
All over her face
So I know we've sort of been avoiding each other lately, but you told me that if I ever needed a friend, you would always be there. So today I decided I would talk to you, and I'm glad I did, because you are quite nice and I miss you sometimes. One day, we should be friends :L
To give me all your love is all I ever asked,
Cause what you don't understand is
I’d catch a grenade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Throw my hand on a blade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’d jump in front of a train for ya (yeah, yeah , yeah)
You know I'd do anything for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah) Oh, oh
I would go through all this pain,
Take a bullet straight through my brain,
Yes, I would die for ya baby ;
But you won't do the same
No, no, no, no
Black, black, black and blue beat me till I'm numb
Tell the devil I said “hey” when you get back to where you're from
I talk to you because you make me feel good about me
And that is mean and manipulative, and oh so very me
And I'm sorry.
You are such a lovely person
And I think I'm taking advantage of that?
I would love to get to know you better though
Thankyou for not trying to be something you're not
8 comments:
I know what you mean for two things.
1. Everyone did kinda leave blogspot moved to tumblr. ISH?
2. I want something to motivate me, to push me and to have a reason. Cause seriously me by myself isn't going to get me to do my homework.
>.< I wait so long for your blog posts then when there is one I feel so sick I think maybe i'm better off not reading it...
I wish i'd listen to myself.
Why does it make you feel sick?
Maybe "sick" isn't the word, more a combo of: joy/regret/relief/guilt/shame/self-hatred/jealousy/etc
I don't know, sounds pretty sick to me...
I'ma go back to lurking again and hope to god i don't get another urge to comment, you go back to your nice normal life.
Is there any possibilty that you could explain all those emotions to me?
Sorry for bugging you
lmfao, you're sorry for bugging me?
I thought we agreed not to go into the "other stuff"? I just slipped up and commented what I was thinking on impulse...
So I'M sorry for bugging YOU. :P
In that case, can I change my mind about not wanting to hear the other stuff? Because I want to know what you're thinking.
You do not want to know what I'm thinking... but i'll get writing anyway. >.<
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