"Tis better to live your own life imperfectly than to imitate someone else's life perfectly." –Elizabeth Gilbert.

Friday, June 3, 2011

stop.

Reading, finally. I have Go Ask Alice.
Every page makes me cry.
It makes me realize how my life is so close to hers so broken.
It's like a shattered glass but people still try to pour water in it.

I really just blows standing in the middle of everyone else living when your dying. 
Madalynne, you said, "Usually you just keep talking and things get solved on their own but now, now I don't know what to say." 
That was the worst choice.


I want to have Michael back. 
He's cute and treated me like a person with feelings. 
I was happy.  
Now I got him running away from me also. 
I am just so damn great with guys. 
All I have left is some pitiful empty body and some shook up memories. 
No friends. No family. No school. 
I try to live in the past sometimes cause things were fine there.



I want these.VVVV

Taking my time with everything is not how I want to live.
I want speed, I want action.
Stop being so slow, gone, afraid.
That only leaves me in shards.



Get away from, I'm not aware of this state of feelings I got.
I don't like I'm broken I'm broken I'm broken I'mbrokenI'mbrokenimbrokennnn
I am
lost.








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