We're all so absorbed in our own things, so focused on our own lives. We don't let anybody get close. We don't let anybody touch us. Sometimes, people have to crash into each other, just so we can feel anything anymore. Just because we miss that touch.
Truth. An ugly truth, but it happens.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Goodnight.
Good Morning.
You're in love. You think about her. You're happy. She smells great. She looks better. Her voice would make angels jealous. Hell, she's even smart. What a fucking awesome girl! And the best part: she's yours.
is she?
You're in love. You think about her. You check your phone looking for something from her, some insignificant token of her care: a text message perhaps, a missed call (even better), maybe even a facebook poke, just to let you know she cares, just to let you know she thought about you. Nothing is there. No notifications. You text her "Hey baby <3"
hours pass. no response...
You're in love. You think about her again. You check your phone. Nothing. What's going on? She must be busy. She'll respond soon. You long for her attention because it makes you whole. When she talks to you, some magical gust of wind lifts you into the atmosphere. You text her again "Hey baby, what's up?"
still nothing.
You're annoyed. Why isn't she talking to me? You miss her. You wonder what she's doing 3000 miles away. Is the feeling not mutual? Doesn't she miss you, too? Of course she does, she's just busy. She'll call me tonight before she goes to sleep.
doesn't happen.
You call her. You want to tell her how much you love her. Listening to the rings, you anticipate her voice. RIIIIIIINNNGGGGGGG.......RIIIIIINNNNNGGGGGGG......RIIIINNNNNNNGGGGG.....YOU HAVE BEEN DIRECTED TO THE VOICEMAIL BOX OF...
Goodnight.
You're in love. You think about her. You're happy. She smells great. She looks better. Her voice would make angels jealous. Hell, she's even smart. What a fucking awesome girl! And the best part: she's yours.
is she?
You're in love. You think about her. You check your phone looking for something from her, some insignificant token of her care: a text message perhaps, a missed call (even better), maybe even a facebook poke, just to let you know she cares, just to let you know she thought about you. Nothing is there. No notifications. You text her "Hey baby <3"
hours pass. no response...
You're in love. You think about her again. You check your phone. Nothing. What's going on? She must be busy. She'll respond soon. You long for her attention because it makes you whole. When she talks to you, some magical gust of wind lifts you into the atmosphere. You text her again "Hey baby, what's up?"
still nothing.
You're annoyed. Why isn't she talking to me? You miss her. You wonder what she's doing 3000 miles away. Is the feeling not mutual? Doesn't she miss you, too? Of course she does, she's just busy. She'll call me tonight before she goes to sleep.
doesn't happen.
You call her. You want to tell her how much you love her. Listening to the rings, you anticipate her voice. RIIIIIIINNNGGGGGGG.......RIIIIIINNNNNGGGGGGG......RIIIINNNNNNNGGGGG.....YOU HAVE BEEN DIRECTED TO THE VOICEMAIL BOX OF...
Goodnight.
Monday, April 12, 2010
ahh.... what a pleasant surprise
She said one time that she would rather pleasantly surprise me by saying maybe as opposed to disappoint me by saying yes and not showing up.
That's fucked up. Thoughts?
That's fucked up. Thoughts?
Friday, April 2, 2010
Hello, old friend.
Haven't been on the blog for awhile, but recent demand has called for one of Charles' fascinating observations about the world. What shall we talk about.... hmm...
Spring Break!
the experience was (sudden revelation) surprisingly analogous to what i entitled this post. Saw some old friends i don't get to see very often. Twas fun, but one in particular has my head spinning and my stomach in a whirl.
Shit! i told myself i wouldn't post gay shit about my ex-relationship on here anymore.... fuck it. My itunes is on shuffle and apparently the only songs it thinks i should listen to are songs she put on cds she gave me. Sneaky bitch, she infiltrated the shit out of my music collection.
AAAAAANYway... it was glorious, heart wrenching, confusing, happy, sexual, upsetting, depressing, sexual, boring (she had school), yet fun. And more sexual (hehehe) Turns out tingly feelings don't die, they just fucking hibernate. Goddamn it makes leaving so......
actually nevermind. Queen came on. "dum dum dum dododdodo dum dum Another one bites the dust"
Goodnight. That was for you, Katie/Matt. You two are toooooooooadorable disgusting ♥
Spring Break!
the experience was (sudden revelation) surprisingly analogous to what i entitled this post. Saw some old friends i don't get to see very often. Twas fun, but one in particular has my head spinning and my stomach in a whirl.
Shit! i told myself i wouldn't post gay shit about my ex-relationship on here anymore.... fuck it. My itunes is on shuffle and apparently the only songs it thinks i should listen to are songs she put on cds she gave me. Sneaky bitch, she infiltrated the shit out of my music collection.
AAAAAANYway... it was glorious, heart wrenching, confusing, happy, sexual, upsetting, depressing, sexual, boring (she had school), yet fun. And more sexual (hehehe) Turns out tingly feelings don't die, they just fucking hibernate. Goddamn it makes leaving so......
actually nevermind. Queen came on. "dum dum dum dododdodo dum dum Another one bites the dust"
Goodnight. That was for you, Katie/Matt. You two are tooooooooo
Sunday, March 7, 2010
"Quit taking yourself so seriously"
oops, wrote this awhile ago, never posted it though. perhaps it's still applicable....
That command is thrown around a lot. Often towards people you don't agree with, typically because you don't like them.
"_____ takes himself too seriously."
"Why does _____ think anybody should care what she thinks?"
I myself have said something along these lines.
I especially have been told to stop taking myself so seriously.
My point of contention (not that anyone should care, because really, why should anyone take this seriously): somebody had to take this kid seriously if he believed others would, as well. Somebody or some group of somebodies, at some point, made this person feel like his/her opinions mattered. Somebody treasured what he had to say. Somebody love(s/d) him.
So the next time you think to yourself, "man, that dude needs to shut the fuck up. no one gives a shit about what he has to say," just remember that somebody does...
Doesn't mean you have to deal with his bullshit, though.
STOP READING NOW
That command is thrown around a lot. Often towards people you don't agree with, typically because you don't like them.
"_____ takes himself too seriously."
"Why does _____ think anybody should care what she thinks?"
I myself have said something along these lines.
I especially have been told to stop taking myself so seriously.
My point of contention (not that anyone should care, because really, why should anyone take this seriously): somebody had to take this kid seriously if he believed others would, as well. Somebody or some group of somebodies, at some point, made this person feel like his/her opinions mattered. Somebody treasured what he had to say. Somebody love(s/d) him.
So the next time you think to yourself, "man, that dude needs to shut the fuck up. no one gives a shit about what he has to say," just remember that somebody does...
Doesn't mean you have to deal with his bullshit, though.
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Naive
I'm sick of little "of age" girls with the mentality of seventh graders.
Seriously? Gossip. Who likes who. Set me up with someone. You should do this. You should do that.
What makes you think I'm going to take the advice of a virgin seriously? A virgin who's never been in love, barely had a real "grown-up" relationship. Really? Absolutely ludicrous. Then, they have the nerve to judge me and my baggage.
Grow up people. Get your emotions toyed with a little. Logic is a sanctuary not enjoyed by humans. It's easy to talk shit when you don't know shit.
Seriously? Gossip. Who likes who. Set me up with someone. You should do this. You should do that.
What makes you think I'm going to take the advice of a virgin seriously? A virgin who's never been in love, barely had a real "grown-up" relationship. Really? Absolutely ludicrous. Then, they have the nerve to judge me and my baggage.
Grow up people. Get your emotions toyed with a little. Logic is a sanctuary not enjoyed by humans. It's easy to talk shit when you don't know shit.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
A Game
the weekend is over. my suicide mission complete.
i'm not dead yet
but at the same time,
mission status: incomplete
so now what? where's my next move? it's tough to make that decision right now. i can't see the whole board. even if i could, people aren't chess pieces. they don't make predictable, rational moves. emotions fuck everything up.
i pride myself on my ability to open and my epic talent with end games, but i'm stuck in the middle game right now. who knows where this will go. i just have to let the game develop. there are two players here, each with their own mechanisms and desires
problem is: this isn't a game. people get hurt. people have gotten hurt. i'm pretty sure there will be more pain in the future, but all you need is that one day to make you feel more alive than you ever thought you could be to reassure you. i need some more of those days
i'm not dead yet
but at the same time,
mission status: incomplete
so now what? where's my next move? it's tough to make that decision right now. i can't see the whole board. even if i could, people aren't chess pieces. they don't make predictable, rational moves. emotions fuck everything up.
i pride myself on my ability to open and my epic talent with end games, but i'm stuck in the middle game right now. who knows where this will go. i just have to let the game develop. there are two players here, each with their own mechanisms and desires
problem is: this isn't a game. people get hurt. people have gotten hurt. i'm pretty sure there will be more pain in the future, but all you need is that one day to make you feel more alive than you ever thought you could be to reassure you. i need some more of those days
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Heroine
She is my heroine.
She gives me highs,
And subsequent lows.
She's addictive.
She's bad for me.
She costs a lot of money to keep up.
She consumes a lot of my time.
She runs through my veins,
Because I inject her daily.
When she isn't there,
I'm miserable.
She is my savior.
She'll be the death of me,
But right now,
All I want to do is be with her.
She is my drug.
She is my love.
She gives me highs,
And subsequent lows.
She's addictive.
She's bad for me.
She costs a lot of money to keep up.
She consumes a lot of my time.
She runs through my veins,
Because I inject her daily.
When she isn't there,
I'm miserable.
She is my savior.
She'll be the death of me,
But right now,
All I want to do is be with her.
She is my drug.
She is my love.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Bumpin uglies
that is such a disgusting, yet humorous, way to describe the beautiful act of love making. it does however, hold some merit.
many members of either sex will agree that genitalia, be it male or female, isn't necessarily the most attractive part of human anatomy.
"balls are saggy and gross"
"vaginas look like monsters"
blah blah blah...
but there are some that enjoy the sight of a fresh, hard dick, or a nice, juicy vagina. perhaps this enjoyment stems merely from the physical pleasure that generally follows an encounter with such a sighting. this blogger cannot fathom the optical joy of such things.
GROSS!
many members of either sex will agree that genitalia, be it male or female, isn't necessarily the most attractive part of human anatomy.
"balls are saggy and gross"
"vaginas look like monsters"
blah blah blah...
but there are some that enjoy the sight of a fresh, hard dick, or a nice, juicy vagina. perhaps this enjoyment stems merely from the physical pleasure that generally follows an encounter with such a sighting. this blogger cannot fathom the optical joy of such things.
GROSS!
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Catallus 16
Pedicabo ego vos et irrumabo,
Aureli pathice et cinaede Furi,
qui me ex versiculis meis putastis,
quod sunt molliculi, parum pudicum.
Nam castum esse decet pium poetam
ipsum, versiculos nihil necesse est;
qui tum denique habent salem ac leporem,
si sunt molliculi ac parum pudici,
et quod pruriat incitare possunt,
non dico pueris, sed his pilosis
qui duros nequeunt movere lumbos.
Vos, quod milia multa basiorum
legistis, male me marem putatis?
Pedicabo ego vos et irrumabo.
so very elegant... =D
Aureli pathice et cinaede Furi,
qui me ex versiculis meis putastis,
quod sunt molliculi, parum pudicum.
Nam castum esse decet pium poetam
ipsum, versiculos nihil necesse est;
qui tum denique habent salem ac leporem,
si sunt molliculi ac parum pudici,
et quod pruriat incitare possunt,
non dico pueris, sed his pilosis
qui duros nequeunt movere lumbos.
Vos, quod milia multa basiorum
legistis, male me marem putatis?
Pedicabo ego vos et irrumabo.
so very elegant... =D
Sunday, January 24, 2010
836 days....(and counting?)
500 days of summer has officially breached my top 5 favorite movies of all time.
1. forrest gump
2. 300
3. The godfather, Part II
4. 500 days of summer
5. Avatar
i feel like this movie can be enjoyed (loved) by anyone that can acknowledge the opposite sex in a post-pubescent manner. i cite my own experience as proof. sue me if you don't agree
thus far, i've seen it twice:
1. with abriella. we were happy. beautiful relationship. still in love. i thought the movie was awesome
2. with chas (no homo). broken up with abriella. very depressed. relationship in tatters. i still thought the movie was awesome.
that's a pretty astounding feat to accomplish, as far as a movie's goals are concerned. two completely different men, versions 1) and 2), both loved the movie.
the first time around, an "in love" person identifies with the happy times because, well, he's happy. he can even sympathize for the unhappy times in a "shit, i hope that doesn't happen to us" kinda way. all the assurance he needs is a 90 degree turn to the left and the lips waiting for him there. "good, now that that's settled, let's watch the movie some more."
the second time around, a "completely miserable, distraught" person identifies with the sad times because, well, he just got dumped. he sees Tom's pain. recognizes it as his own. they share a solid 210 days of misery (i think) before the movie ends. He even identifies with the happy parts of the movie because he was there at one point, too. but all he thinks during those joyous times is "haha, enjoy it while it lasts. she's just gonna dump your ass and take a giant theoretical shit on your face. then you'll feel like me"
regardless: awesome movie
1. forrest gump
2. 300
3. The godfather, Part II
4. 500 days of summer
5. Avatar
i feel like this movie can be enjoyed (loved) by anyone that can acknowledge the opposite sex in a post-pubescent manner. i cite my own experience as proof. sue me if you don't agree
thus far, i've seen it twice:
1. with abriella. we were happy. beautiful relationship. still in love. i thought the movie was awesome
2. with chas (no homo). broken up with abriella. very depressed. relationship in tatters. i still thought the movie was awesome.
that's a pretty astounding feat to accomplish, as far as a movie's goals are concerned. two completely different men, versions 1) and 2), both loved the movie.
the first time around, an "in love" person identifies with the happy times because, well, he's happy. he can even sympathize for the unhappy times in a "shit, i hope that doesn't happen to us" kinda way. all the assurance he needs is a 90 degree turn to the left and the lips waiting for him there. "good, now that that's settled, let's watch the movie some more."
the second time around, a "completely miserable, distraught" person identifies with the sad times because, well, he just got dumped. he sees Tom's pain. recognizes it as his own. they share a solid 210 days of misery (i think) before the movie ends. He even identifies with the happy parts of the movie because he was there at one point, too. but all he thinks during those joyous times is "haha, enjoy it while it lasts. she's just gonna dump your ass and take a giant theoretical shit on your face. then you'll feel like me"
regardless: awesome movie
Notorious
BIGGIE smalls. what a guy!
so i was watching Notorious with chas the other day. sure it was edgy and controversial and all that shit. but that wasn't the best part.
undoubtedly, the most amazing part of that movie was his level of GAME. damn, that dude could chop it up. big, black, and such a sweet talker.
i guess that's why he was "one of the greatest"
so i was watching Notorious with chas the other day. sure it was edgy and controversial and all that shit. but that wasn't the best part.
undoubtedly, the most amazing part of that movie was his level of GAME. damn, that dude could chop it up. big, black, and such a sweet talker.
i guess that's why he was "
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Friday, January 22, 2010
Thanks Matt
The world keeps turning, so you better get off your ass before you miss a great opportunity.
<3 roommate
<3 roommate
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Without you
Without you, the ground thaws, the rain falls, the grass grows.
Without you, the seeds root, the flowers bloom, the children play,
The stars gleam, the poets dream, the eagles fly,
Without you, the earth turns and the sun burns,
but I'd die, without you.
Without you, the seeds root, the flowers bloom, the children play,
The stars gleam, the poets dream, the eagles fly,
Without you, the earth turns and the sun burns,
but I'd die, without you.
totally not my own, but its a nice poem
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
GAGAGAGAGAGAGA
emo shit is pissing me off. -_-
i have a joke
man walks into a bar...
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........................................................ouch!
i have a joke
man walks into a bar...
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........................................................ouch!
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
universal depression
over the past few days, i've posted lots of emo/depressing shit to my statuses on facebook/twitter (they're linked, don't call me a weirdo). these posts have been commented on and "like"d by so many people.
Inquiry: why do people like/identify with misery so much better than they do with comedy or joy?
over the course of my very short and inconsequential time on this earth, i've said some pretty funny shit. i've told some funny ass stories. i've made thousands of people laugh (okay, maybe not thousands, but definitely high numbers). but very few of them actually have a connection to the funny, happy stuff i have to say. they laugh. it's a good time; then it's forgotten.
why is joy so fleeting, yes misery so everlasting?
i like to think i've led a happy life. scratch that. i have led a happy life. but when i'm feeling shitty and emotional (like the past week) everyone "likes" that. everyone can relate to some similar experience, despite magnitude or exact situation. and everyone is so willing to join you in misery.
everyone is so sad, deep down. deep underneath that facade they show the world. everyone is miserable.
damn that's a shitty conclusion... didn't wanna arrive at that one =/
Inquiry: why do people like/identify with misery so much better than they do with comedy or joy?
over the course of my very short and inconsequential time on this earth, i've said some pretty funny shit. i've told some funny ass stories. i've made thousands of people laugh (okay, maybe not thousands, but definitely high numbers). but very few of them actually have a connection to the funny, happy stuff i have to say. they laugh. it's a good time; then it's forgotten.
why is joy so fleeting, yes misery so everlasting?
i like to think i've led a happy life. scratch that. i have led a happy life. but when i'm feeling shitty and emotional (like the past week) everyone "likes" that. everyone can relate to some similar experience, despite magnitude or exact situation. and everyone is so willing to join you in misery.
everyone is so sad, deep down. deep underneath that facade they show the world. everyone is miserable.
damn that's a shitty conclusion... didn't wanna arrive at that one =/
I know you.
I know you.
All about you.
I know you are in pain,
I know you're as miserable as me.
You talk a whole lot of shit on the internet,
Hidden behind your smiley faces and innuendos,
Pretending you don't feel what I know you do.
I know the reason you write all these things,
You know I can't survive without you,
You know I will see them,
You know they hurt.
You're fucked up.
I know you.
All about you.
I know you are in pain,
I know you're as miserable as me.
You talk a whole lot of shit on the internet,
Hidden behind your smiley faces and innuendos,
Pretending you don't feel what I know you do.
I know the reason you write all these things,
You know I can't survive without you,
You know I will see them,
You know they hurt.
You're fucked up.
I know you.
I know you,
Everything about you,
I know your every thought,
I have kissed your every dimple,
I've witnessed your every imperfection.
When will you learn, silly little girl?
It has been far, far too long.
You can't fool me.
I know you.
I know you.Everything about you,
I know your every thought,
I have kissed your every dimple,
I've witnessed your every imperfection.
When will you learn, silly little girl?
It has been far, far too long.
You can't fool me.
I know you.
When you wake up,
I'm the first thought on your mind.
I know when you are trying to fall asleep,
you can't because you're thinking about me, us.
I know you're sleeping with the blanket I gave you.
I know that you check your phone really often, hoping to see
something from me even though you know you're not gonna respond.
I know you want things to be better and everything to go back,
but your pride is in the way and you have to save face.
I know you simply can't function right without me.
You know how to make everything better.
All you have to do is call me, and talk.
I know you because I know me,
I know you love me because
I LOVE YOU
LOVE
stare at this photograph. if necessary, google the photographer to find a version with more pixels. then stare at this picture for awhile.
look how much love is in each fiber of their being.
their torsos in contact from breast to pelvis. their arms grasping each other, so as to never ever let go.
the one on the right does seem a little more into it: her shoulders shrugging because the others' lips are raising every hair lining her spine.
the left shows her feelings on her brow. she appears to be awed by the experience. "this beautiful woman has so much passion for me." her arm cradling the right, making sure she's always close.
examine the contact point. their lips touching ever so softly, yet with so much force. the right lightly biting the left's bottom lip. the left's head tilted ever so slightly from the sensation of that tender nibbling.
their eyes closed, basking in each others' auras: knowing that in each others' hearts the only place they want to be, is right where they are.
that's love. no matter how long it lasts, no matter how short. that feeling. that body language.
btw, this poster is hanging in my room,
if only to remind me what i'm looking for.
look how much love is in each fiber of their being.
their torsos in contact from breast to pelvis. their arms grasping each other, so as to never ever let go.
the one on the right does seem a little more into it: her shoulders shrugging because the others' lips are raising every hair lining her spine.
the left shows her feelings on her brow. she appears to be awed by the experience. "this beautiful woman has so much passion for me." her arm cradling the right, making sure she's always close.
examine the contact point. their lips touching ever so softly, yet with so much force. the right lightly biting the left's bottom lip. the left's head tilted ever so slightly from the sensation of that tender nibbling.
their eyes closed, basking in each others' auras: knowing that in each others' hearts the only place they want to be, is right where they are.
that's love. no matter how long it lasts, no matter how short. that feeling. that body language.
that kiss.
it's love. (at least in my opinion)
btw, this poster is hanging in my room,
if only to remind me what i'm looking for.
Monday, January 18, 2010
I feel pretty, and witty, and brightt!!!!
everyone complains about how they have girl problems. "this bitch did this...", "this bitch did that..." they say men and women can't understand each other
(i don't know who they is, probably completely unreliable, so maybe this entire post is null and void, but let's explore)
dudes rarely fight with each other. girls fight with each other all the time. all those emotions and hormones and backstabbing (ala Mean Girls LOL)
anyway, the topic came up in casual conversation: do people in homosexual relationships have as many problems as people in heterosexual ones? i have no idea. i'm not into dudes. i'll do some research.
Food for thought: gay means happy
anyway, the topic came up in casual conversation: do people in homosexual relationships have as many problems as people in heterosexual ones? i have no idea. i'm not into dudes. i'll do some research.
Food for thought: gay means happy
To Die by Your Side
is such a heavenly way to die.
Further reinforcing the words of Voltaire:
Further reinforcing the words of Voltaire:
That which is too stupid to be said, is sung.
Sunday, January 17, 2010
WOW
Whatcha Say
Whiskey Lullaby
Three Cheers for Five Years
If I Were a Boy
Miserable at Best
I can Feel a Hot One
Dont Forget
Bittersweet Poetry
Everything we Had
My Life Would Suck Without You
Hallelujiah
it keeps you sane
Whiskey Lullaby
Three Cheers for Five Years
If I Were a Boy
Miserable at Best
I can Feel a Hot One
Dont Forget
Bittersweet Poetry
Everything we Had
My Life Would Suck Without You
Hallelujiah
it keeps you sane
drunken rantings
so if i make any grammatcal errors in this post, don't throw a fit. not that anyone reads this stupid shit. i mean, who am i to think i'm important enough fgor other people to care about how i feel?
well i'm drunk, so i';ma go play some videogames and not bother you with retarded misery.
i'm sorry
i love you
goodnight
well i'm drunk, so i';ma go play some videogames and not bother you with retarded misery.
i'm sorry
i love you
goodnight
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Attachment
What causes it? why does it seem so hard to create it, yet so easy to break it?
I was sitting on the subway. Saw two friends sitting, talking and laughing with each other. the rest of the car was completely silent. utterly absorbed in their books, music, and staring at the wall. i was amongst the silents. Obviously these two were having an awesome time, if only because they knew each other. If i knew someone else on this subway, i'd be having a great time talking to them, too. there are so many people in the world, you only know a handful of them. why can you only have fun with your "friends"?
took out the headphones.
nut up or shut up
"Hi, that book looks interesting."
"It really isn't, I'm just so bored. That music sounds interesting."
"It really isn't."
hahahahaha
"Hi i'm Charles."
"I'm Audrina, nice to meet you."
And we had a pleasant single serving friendship for the rest of the ride from the airport. I'll probably never see her again, but it was fun while it lasted.
I was sitting on the subway. Saw two friends sitting, talking and laughing with each other. the rest of the car was completely silent. utterly absorbed in their books, music, and staring at the wall. i was amongst the silents. Obviously these two were having an awesome time, if only because they knew each other. If i knew someone else on this subway, i'd be having a great time talking to them, too. there are so many people in the world, you only know a handful of them. why can you only have fun with your "friends"?
took out the headphones.
nut up or shut up
"Hi, that book looks interesting."
"It really isn't, I'm just so bored. That music sounds interesting."
"It really isn't."
hahahahaha
"Hi i'm Charles."
"I'm Audrina, nice to meet you."
And we had a pleasant single serving friendship for the rest of the ride from the airport. I'll probably never see her again, but it was fun while it lasted.
Friday, January 15, 2010
Elaborating on my previous post...
When the truth came out, the roof caved in on my mansion of happiness.
Damn the truth...
P.S. I'm not suggesting that i'm some kind of perpetual liar. only that sometimes, lies save lives
Damn the truth...
P.S. I'm not suggesting that i'm some kind of perpetual liar. only that sometimes, lies save lives
The Truth
In a twist of ironic fate, last night i was tasked with being the main bouncer at our future parties. They said it was because of my ability to be brutally honest and a huge asshole. They're right. i'm talented. it was a big joke. funny funny. ha. ha. Someone said i should be nicknamed "The Truth," on par with THE SITUATION from the show Jersey Shore.
catch phrase: "the truth hurts *PUNCH*" ha. haha. hahaha.
the truth does hurt. the truth is unkind and cruel. why is everyone so obsessed with telling the truth? all it creates is scandal and the loss of valuable relationships.
or perhaps we could go another direction with this line of thinking. perhaps people should just accept the truth and not think it wrong. mental reconditioning? e.g. the president getting a blowjob from his intern. what's the big deal? he runs the country, he should get blowjobs whenever he wants! why is that so fundamentally wrong? because the Church said so? fuck that shit. Religion was built on lies, too.
regardless, judging from my analysis of the world around me, it seems the best situations are ones borne of and perpetuated with lies.
everyone is happy with a lie, as long as they don't know the truth...
She said everything would be fine if I told her the truth. Everything isn't fine. Damn the truth.
catch phrase: "the truth hurts *PUNCH*" ha. haha. hahaha.
the truth does hurt. the truth is unkind and cruel. why is everyone so obsessed with telling the truth? all it creates is scandal and the loss of valuable relationships.
or perhaps we could go another direction with this line of thinking. perhaps people should just accept the truth and not think it wrong. mental reconditioning? e.g. the president getting a blowjob from his intern. what's the big deal? he runs the country, he should get blowjobs whenever he wants! why is that so fundamentally wrong? because the Church said so? fuck that shit. Religion was built on lies, too.
regardless, judging from my analysis of the world around me, it seems the best situations are ones borne of and perpetuated with lies.
everyone is happy with a lie, as long as they don't know the truth...
She said everything would be fine if I told her the truth. Everything isn't fine. Damn the truth.
Hmmm... Watcha Say?
I was so wrong for so long
Only tryna please myself
Girl, I was caught up in her lust
When I don't really want no one else
I know I should've treated you better
But me and you were meant to last forever
So let me in give me another chance
To really be your man
Cause when the roof caved in and the truth came out
I just didn't know what to do
But when I become a star we'll be living so large
I'll do anything for you
Only tryna please myself
Girl, I was caught up in her lust
When I don't really want no one else
I know I should've treated you better
But me and you were meant to last forever
So let me in give me another chance
To really be your man
Cause when the roof caved in and the truth came out
I just didn't know what to do
But when I become a star we'll be living so large
I'll do anything for you
New Life
The idea never occurred to me. A life without her. It just doesn't seem real, but I guess when you're a selfish lowlife like myself, you never get what you want. I love her, but I fucked up. Can't really blame her. She's perfect. Despite all my flaws and problems. Despite my negligence and distance, she lovED me. where else was i supposed to get something like that? That kind of attachment? That kind of trust? She trusted me. I didn't care. My selfish ways can't comprehend others' needs. What am i supposed to do? I'm drowning without her. I can't fix anything from 3000 miles away, not to say that it can be fixed. Can a totalled car be repaired? yes, but at what cost?
Definition: totalled car - the car is so badly damaged that the cost to repair the vehicle is greater than the cost of the vehicle itself
I'm willing to pay the price, perhaps time in this case, is she?
So this post is called New Life. What life? I'm sitting in my dorm room getting my ass kicked at Modern Warfare 2, playing some depressing ass break up music, and zoning off to think about her whenever my fingers stop moving for 2 seconds. Some life. Time to do what every depressed, misunderstood person does: find the bottom of several bottles of various hard liqours. Shit.
Whiskey Lullaby. Good song. La la lalalala la. "I'll love her til I die" Shit that's a depressing line.
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Now playing: Brad Paisley - Whiskey Lullaby Feat. Alison Krauss
via FoxyTunes
Definition: totalled car - the car is so badly damaged that the cost to repair the vehicle is greater than the cost of the vehicle itself
I'm willing to pay the price, perhaps time in this case, is she?
So this post is called New Life. What life? I'm sitting in my dorm room getting my ass kicked at Modern Warfare 2, playing some depressing ass break up music, and zoning off to think about her whenever my fingers stop moving for 2 seconds. Some life. Time to do what every depressed, misunderstood person does: find the bottom of several bottles of various hard liqours. Shit.
Whiskey Lullaby. Good song. La la lalalala la. "I'll love her til I die" Shit that's a depressing line.
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Now playing: Brad Paisley - Whiskey Lullaby Feat. Alison Krauss
via FoxyTunes
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