thatsong.

She must have a thorough knowledge of music, singing, drawing, dancing and the modern languages to deserve the word. And something in her air and manner of walking. And of course she must improve her mind by extensive reading.

I'm no longer surprised at you knowing only six accomplished women. I rather wonder now at your knowing any.

Are you so severe on your own sex?

I never saw such a woman. She would certainly be a fearsome thing to behold.

Maybe it's that I find it hard to forgive the follies and vices of others, or their offences against me. My good opinion, once lost, is lost forever.

sh.

lets be blunt here.

judge me.....and i'll prove you wrong.

tell me what to do.....and i'll tell you off.

say i'm not worth it.....and watch where i end up.

call me a bitch.....and i'll show you one.

screw me over.....and i'll do it twice as bad to you.


and when i say i want to forgive and forget. i want to forgive you and then i went to forget you.


am.

.quitplayingames.

We're dancing around this pathetic excuse of a relationship with out even the courtesy of calling it the fox trot. I don't think I can leap and jive and twirl around much longer. So, let's make a deal and call it quits. I know we were waiting til college but our ending is calling us. I'll stop loving you and you stop loving me because we clearly were never meant to have made it this far. Let's break up and live the lives we're supposed to.. Separate.

Goodbye my lover, goodbye my friend, you have been the one. You have been the one for me.

sh.

who could stop a train wreck?

Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart.It means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you. Then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart kind of pain. I hate love.


am.

dance.

It makes me wonder if I know what I'm doing. It makes my hope a little bigger. Which is crazy. It's amazingly fun spontaneous meetings like that that make me love this place. However, does it just stop there? Is HE trying to send me a message saying never give up? ..I hope so.

sh.

Ps. I got your back too. C:

her. me. us. we.

i got you back :)


am.

C:

Tonight is going to be fun. C:

sh.