I'm going to be that lady with the cats when I get older.
30.12.09
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24.12.09
We are strangers.
I wish I was on the same track
as everyone else sometimes.
What I want
and what everyone
else
seems to
want
and what everyone
else
seems to
want
Are so vastly different.
It's hard to relate,
And I'm finding it harder
to find someone
who wants
to talk to
me.
It's hard to relate,
And I'm finding it harder
to find someone
who wants
to talk to
me.
22.12.09
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16.12.09
I'm trying to be someone else
Save one for the ending and
Push one over the ledge then step back
Someone who won't just forget shit like that Push one over the ledge then step back
I'm trying to be someone else
Stave off all the moods and
Forget it 'cause the next one's close range
Someone who offers intentionless doubt Forget it 'cause the next one's close range
If words bred friends then you're the one who could
You're never around
You're never around
Without small leads,
you're about as good as done
You're never aroundyou're about as good as done
I'm trying to be someone else
Save one for the ending and
Push one o'er the ledge then step back
Trying to keep all the baggage intact
Push one o'er the ledge then step back
Trying to keep all the baggage intact
If words bred friends then you're the one who could
You're never around
Without small leads, you're about as good as done
You're never around
You're never around
Without small leads, you're about as good as done
You're never around
I just hope that you still notice me
We're no longer than a ten-year-old
I just know that you'll still notice me
If words bred friends then you're the one who could I just know that you'll still notice me
You're never around
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4.12.09
I guess maybe I needed a night to just be completely unproductive with myself.
And stay up far too late,
And just cry,
And just be overwhelmed,
And just let go,
And just listen to sad music,
And just ignore all my calls,
And all my texts,
And think about how much work I have to do,
And write lists to keep track,
And completely disregard the list,
And just feel crappy,
And just think of how stressful school is,
And think about life,
And just cry,
And just not get any sleep.
And stay up far too late,
And just cry,
And just be overwhelmed,
And just let go,
And just listen to sad music,
And just ignore all my calls,
And all my texts,
And think about how much work I have to do,
And write lists to keep track,
And completely disregard the list,
And just feel crappy,
And just think of how stressful school is,
And think about life,
And just cry,
And just not get any sleep.
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