lazy days; you're the only thing they waste away. you're so afraid of all the problems you've been faking. and you will wonder where i've gone when you want me to make your heart sing. the girls will still be chasing on but they can't guarantee the whole thing.
daring words; do you believe that i've been stealing time? and all that hurts will only fade as the days fly. and then you'll open up your arms, and you'll be soon to let me in, dear, free from the heartache of her harm, when we're the only one's who'll be here.
yeah so i thought my head was on straight. or at least megan did. but you know what? i think it still is. though i am disappointed in myself for quitting yankee candle and dropping out of school... i can get myself back up again. i'm pissed off for a lot of reasons, but i think being angry is better than being miserable and sick over things. i think my head's on a lot straighter than some other people i know. and that sucks, and i'll fix things as soon as i know how. "when i get fixed i am convinced that i will not get so broke up again."
all this talk of rehab makes me think about march 2008, but not in any particular way... it just popped into my head. (kind of like something popped into yours...?) so much so that i texted this boy and initiated conversation, that luckily did not lead to anything because i DO have my shit together. i think. i hope. but we'll see. i went from being unbelievably happy to being upset for a hot second to being angry and disgusted (i only say that for lack of better words). maybe frustrated would work better. i keep finding myself in the most awkward positions and this time is no difference. fuck you all for fucking up my groove. figures. i usually get myself worked up into all kinds of frenzies when this happens but i still think my feet are pretty much planted.
fucking shit.
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