| Where did our friendship go?
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| This summer has sucked. Hell, this whole year has sucked so far.
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| Ah, the summer. I'm not a big fan. I like some of it... I like the beach... I like... days where the temperature was like today... warm... but not hot. I like memories. I have a real problem with grasping onto reality. I have a feeling it's going to be my downfall. I wish... |
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| I am a roller coaster. Everything about me, up and down, up and down, oh no, a loop... this really makes things difficult for me. There is so much going on inside my head and it overwhelms me. It sucks having zero control over the things. Especially things you need to control so they don't make bad decisions; but then again, I guess that'd make me God.
I just wish the people I care about would be smarter about things. I have a handful of friends that are either in bad situations, about to be in a bad situation, or is doing something bad... I wish I could just take control of them all one day to get them out of their bad situations, save them from a mistake that is inevitable if they continue; just set them on the right path.
I love the people I'm talking about more than anything. This sucks.
What if you Could wish me away What if you Spoke those words today
I wonder if you'd miss me When I'm gone It's come to this, release me I'll leave before the dawn
But for tonight I'll stay here with you Yes, for tonight I'll lay here with you
But when the sun Hits your eyes Through your window There'll be nothing you can do
What if you Could hear this song What if I Felt like I belong
I might not be leaving Oh so soon Began the night believing I loved you in the moonlight
So, for tonight I'll stay here with you Yes, for tonight I'll lay here with you
But when the sun Hits your eyes Through your window There'll be nothing you can do
I could've treated you better Better than this Well, I'm gone, this song's your letter Can't stay in one place
So, for tonight I'll stay here with you Yes, for tonight I'll lay here with you
But when the sun Hits your eyes Through your window There'll be nothing you can do |
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| Xanga... why are you dying? I love you, Xanga. You are MUCH better than MySpace... although Facebook is the shit. Been an interesting month. A lot of ups. A lot of downs. A lot of random sadness and spontaneous fun. Clear and Mixed Signals. Not being good enough. Or maybe being overqualified. Who knows. Goodbye May. |
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