Thursday, November 12, 2009

Unlimited

I haven't written a legit entry in quite some time. Nothing too exciting on this end, I pretty much fail at life. I don't know what's going on with me. I just know, I don't like it.

I stumbled upon my old DeadJournal, I can't go back to it ever again, and made me realize a lot. One major thing, I was never in place to have a relationship with Hairo. I was seriously depressed overall (why? I don't have the slightest clue). Another major thing, my dedication to school. Something that I wish I had back. Oh, and I wrote even shittier than I do now, didn't think that was entirely possible?

The past few days, I've been getting some pretty intense headaches and random spurts of tears. Basically, I've been sort of a mess and not very attractive. I honestly want to sleep all the time.

So, of course during emotional times, I go back to my boy issue. I thought about it and I'm just stupid. I say this in the sense of how much time and energy I put into thinking about something who isn't even there. I've done this my whole life, right back to my father. I think of dream situations that I want to be placed in to prove my worth. Its ridiculous. Its sad. It needs to stop.

I know I honestly did like Courtney. I think with Fitz, I wanted so badly to like someone that he was cute and fun, but when it came down to it, he was SO not my type. I hadn't like anyone, truly, in so long. I still haven't. It's weird but it does take a lot to grab my attention and hold it longer than a week. Courtney and me, we weren't physical so I can't confuse the two like I did with Fitz. But he isn't there. I can't think of why he isn't or the maybes. I think the distance or school but when it comes down to it, when you want someone and I mean WANT, can't stop thinking about them, you'd find a way. I think even if I were to go home and see him, why should I bother? I mean, he disappeared on me and that shit doesn't fly with me. I don't want a relationship (of any sorts) to start off with a disappearing act. It's sucks, yeah it does a lot. And I probably won't stop thinking about him for some time now, 'cause I'm just strange like that but I HAVE to let go. I need to free myself from my own torment.

For a long time, I didn't know how to really do anything but to love Hairo. Now I think I just don't know how to love another person. Properly, patiently, and most importantly, normally. I figure, it's going to end eventually, just go into overdrive. I'm afraid of spending another two years on someone. I can't keep reaching for people who don't need me in their lives. I want to believe I deserve more. But who knows. I know I'm fucked up in the head.

I feel like I need something monumental to happen to make my life make sense again, I just don't know what it should be.

How Sweet It Is To Be Loved By You

New Tattoo?



I kind of like this, a lot. I envision it going done my side. Possibly?

For the Unknown



"I am nervous. I'm afraid.
But I will stand here in the white hot heat of you.
I will play Russian roulette with your playlists.
I will tell jokes I'm not sure you'll find funny.
I will hold on until there is no more reason to.
And in the end,
I will break the stars and resurrect the sun."

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

ON REPEAT.

Spice Up Your Life

Happy Birthday

I Like to Think

Wear My Heart on My Sleeve

"Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these, ‘It might have been.’"
— John Greenleaf Whittier

"and as if you didn't already know this..
i’ll be thinking of you tonight. the sky will turn violet then speckled black, and you won’t be here. my heart will break one more time, and you still won’t be here."

The Beauty of Errors


I made a lot of mistakes before I got to you
(each one honest and none that I regret).
The same way a tree bends in the wind and twists
and turns, before it can touch the sky.

Just Go With it

Lay In Bed

Soon?

Lovemap


"I had given it all up to begin again at the beginning. Who did I want to be. What did I want to do? Who would be my one to love?
Quintessence. I waited on the possibility of a spark. My one extravagant heart's desire to live large, to find love, to know joy.
The mystery of geography is that you can both find and lose yourself in the latitudes familiar and strange. We stumbled into romance with few questions, knew what was necessary to know, and hoped, yes, hoped that the best was yet to come. " - Glenda Burgess

Monday, November 9, 2009