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[24 Mar 2009|04:20pm] |
I Can Wait (Steve Earle) In the blink of an eye Stars'll fall from the sky No one even notices If you think it'll help I can walk out myself And we won't have to go through this If I pretend to hold you tight And out on the highway late some night That's all right If that's all that it takes Even if my heart breaks Darlin' I can wait I have nothin' but time And this poor heart of mine Probably could use some rest When the ghosts are all gone You can leave your light on Shinin' through the loneliness Just like a beacon in the night Brighter than any star in sight But that's all right For as long as it takes For that mornin' to break Darlin' I can wait Out where the mountains meet the sky Feelin' so lonesome I could cry But that's all right 'Cause all the signs say You'll call me someday Darlin' I can wait
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[17 Mar 2009|12:52am] |
I miss you I miss your eyes, the way you used to look up at me when I'd wrap my arms around you and go in for a kiss. I miss all of our late nights lying in your bed smoking cigarettes out the window. I miss waking up beside you and watching you sleep for that last few minutes you always wanted. I hate this I hate feeling weird when i talk to you or see you and when it's time to say goodbye i stutter because i want so badly to say i love you I hate that this is all my fault I hate the way I feel knowing that this might never get fixed. I hope I hope you can forgive me I hope that you love me more than you don't trust me I hope you find this and know that I would do anything for one more chance
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| Clean your house if you want company |
[13 Mar 2009|07:52am] |
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There it goes. It's over. Not completely over but slowed down. This is not dead just in a coma. Love still stands but stands alone. Wishing there was anything I could do to make this out but just too tired. I've got to get myself right. To fix myself and be the best I can if I want this to pay off by May. I hope this isn't an excercise in futility. It may be. It's a long shot. It's worth me trying.
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| I'll do anything... |
[01 Mar 2009|02:13am] |
Anything at all to get done with school... Anything at all to find a job... Anything at all to figure out who I am... Anything at all to fix what's been broken... Only one solution. Pain. Raw, unadulterated pain. If I hurt enough, scream enough, cry enough, bleed enough Then maybe just maybe all of these fucked up things can level out somehow.
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| Damn, almost a year |
[09 Mar 2006|03:01am] |
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It's been almost a year since my last post.... I have nothing more to say.
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[18 May 2005|11:52am] |
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On a whim I opened up this horribly pretentious pile of whining teen angst pig shit to laugh at my pathetic stupidity, but you know, I realized something. I am one funny motherfucker. In fact, I am just too fucking funny to not continue posting so that at least I may go and look upon my hilarity. All this and I'm humble too. I was faced with a perplexing conundrum yesterday, go to school and kill time or go to work and make fifty bucks. I chose the later. I decided that I would go to school today. I got there and like my first block teacher wasn't there, he left a note on the door telling us to go to some room on the other side of campus.... Fuck That, I mean come on, you gotta at least make some sort of effort to make me go to school when there's nothing to do, hell when there's something to do they have to try. I have to tell you, it's quite surreal to be standing in the hallway contemplating your options only to have the 4 foot 9 inch tall teacher behind you say, "If you're not going to class just leave." BY THE GODS! THAT WOMEN IS PSYCHIC, SHE KNEW WHAT I WAS THINKING. How can this be? I wonder if all teachers have this uncanny ability, I hope not. Maybe it's just restricted to unnaturally short spanish teachers. None of this stuff is funny, damn, now I know why I quit posting. Fuck it, I need a camel.
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| Some Things are Funny |
[09 Sep 2004|10:59am] |
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You know, it's funny how some things are, like you can tell your parents some wrong shit you've been doin but because your admission to this is completely unsolicited they think it'd just your own weird sense of humor and their failure to punish you for what you have done and admitted to gives you cart blanche to continue onward as originally intended. It's also funny that one can be surrounded by people, but feel the most crushing sorrow and solitude. It's fuinny that in the last 3 months the only girlfriend you can muster is a fake one so you can cover for your happier attached friends. It's funny how you can detest those that take advantages of weaknesses but when it becomes profitable to do so you take advantage of those same weaknesses. It's funny how in the morning you're tired but in the dark of night you are wide awake and never thinking of sleep. It's funny how all these things that should be funny completely wrack my brain and make me shake like the last leaf on a tree being pushed to its breaking point in the cold north wind.
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| Yeah, Sure.... |
[10 Aug 2004|01:04am] |
\Ab"sti*nence\, n. [F. abstinence, L. abstinentia, fr. abstinere. See Abstain.] 1. The act or practice of abstaining; voluntary forbearance of any action, especially the refraining from an indulgence of appetite, or from customary gratifications of animal or sensual propensities. Specifically, the practice of abstaining from sex.
sexual intercourse n. Coitus between humans. Sexual union between humans involving genital contact other than vaginal penetration by the penis. <<<
I am such a fuckin asshole.
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