Confession .350. But She Gets The Flowers, Right?

But she gets the flowers, right?
The posts made about her
A love that is perfect
A love I deserved, yeah
A love that I gave…

It’s interesting, talking to people all over again. Back to square one, getting to know them, having to out all of those things that He used to accept about me and wonder if a new person will walk away. Or if I’ll fuck it up and push them away before I can get hurt.

Cause, you know, I’m really good at that…

Confession .242. Make Your Tragedies A Work Of Art…

Can you medicate a broken heart?
Make your tragedies a work of art
Medicate a broken heart
Build your walls up just to rip them apart
Is this the way to fix this or is this a quick fix?
i really couldn’t say
Can you medicate, medicate, medicate it away?

i’m going to need some of my favorite female live singers to learn this song ASAP.  Gabbie killed it again… and she brought about a HUGELY relevant topic at the moment to me… so that’s what i’m going to talk about.

Confession .238. And I Hope It Hurts Like Hell…

i know i’m messing up Your mind…
The Devil got You good this time…
And i hope it hurts like hell…

Some know what’s coming… some have no idea… either way, welcome.  ♥

Confession .151. I’d Be All You Need, And You’d Get Drunk On Me…

Maybe if I was a neon light
I’d lead your car right back to my door
Oh, maybe if I was a jukebox needle dropping on a drinking song
You’d want one more
If my name was Whiskey
Maybe right now you’d miss me…

There comes a time where you’ve given so much to someone or something, that you have to see if it’s not being reciprocated.  You have to sit back and objectively look at what you’re giving and what you’re getting back from it and question whether the return is worth the effort put in.

And sometimes it will be unbalanced, and that’ll still be ok.  Other times, it will take sitting back and looking objectively at it to see just how much your efforts are being taken advantage of.

Confession .130. If You Didn’t Know, I Fight Like A Girl…

I got a lot to say
No time to play
Ay, I’m comin’ for ya…

“You teach people how to treat you.”

This commentary came up in a group discussion tonight.  It wasn’t something I’ve thought about in a long time, but I thought about it a lot tonight.  It came from such a simple question as to how to move on after a break up or a bad relationship, but the conversation evolved to this.

Confession .93. If I Showed You, Would You Run Away?

Do I even need you?  Should I leave you?
Do I gotta be you just to please you?
Do I say I’m all good when I bleed you through my heart?
Quit tearing mine apart…

I think people sometimes forget how relevant music can be if you take a moment to listen to the lyrics.  They’re not just fancy words written just because they rhyme.  Someone wrote them for a reason.  They speak someone’s heart… they tell someone’s story.

To demonstrate this, the rest of this post is going to be the lyrics of this blogging tune, but written out in ‘paragraph’ form, rather than line by line.

Music is someone’s life.  And sometimes, it can be so closely related to our own, that some of use better communicate via music than we do our own words.

Try to keep this in mind when dealing with people.

Confession .85. I’m Jealous; I’m Over-Zealous…

I’ve got issues, You’ve got ’em too
So give them all to me and I’ll give mine to You
Bask in the glory of all our problems
Cause we’ve got the kind of love it takes to solve them
I’ve got issues, and one of them is how bad I need You…

So I’m sitting in a discussion right now – I’m seeing a pattern of blogging in the background during discussions lately… I’m sorry!  But I’m sitting in a discussion right now, and I’d even typed the title of this post and chosen the song before I hopped over here… only to find myself discussing one of the very words that I chose to use…

Over-zealous.

Basically, a more positive way to be called pushy, or – as the discussion topic brought up – a bitch.

Confession .37. I Do Dumb Shit… All The Time…

Although time may take us into different places
I will still be patient with you
And I hope you know
I won’t let go…

This photo right here?  Taken entirely by accident.  Yay for happy accidents!

I guess that’s sort of the unofficial theme of today’s blog.  Like the title says, I do dumb shit… a lot.  And I do.  I listen to other people sometimes far more than I should, and I used to take their opinion into consideration far too often.  Now, like in an earlier blog I posted, I still believe that’s a very important thing to do professionally, because how else are you going to know when someone’s being a two-faced asshole who just wants to take advantage of you, professionally?  But when it comes to personal relationships… I used to hold far too much stock in what other people told me.

And it lead me to do some dumb shit.

Confession .35. You Better Mention Facts When You Say My Name…

Mention facts when you say my name or get found, boy
Can’t swim with the sharks… yeah, you gonna drown, boy
Had to leave the fakes alone… yeah, it’s goin’ down, boy
A hundred flows in case the haters try steal my sound, boy…

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This is a little bit of a different post.  The photo didn’t quite get the… feel… that I wanted it to, but that’s just testament to how cute this skin is from AlterEgo.  -laughs-  I couldn’t make it look evil on my head!

Anyway.  If there’s anything I’ve learned in the past few years of SL… it’s that people will show you the side of themselves they think you want to see when they need you… you will never know the REAL person unless you hear it from someone whose ass they aren’t trying to kiss.

Confession .34. All My Friends Are Heathens…

Please don’t make any sudden moves
You don’t know the half of the abuse…

So.  One of the super exciting things that happened while I’ve been caught in externship hell, is that I was recently accepted into the blogging team for We ❤ RP!  Now, those of you that have stuck with me for awhile on this platform know that I adore fantasy and roleplay stylings when I get the chance to do them, so of course this acceptance was completely humbling and thrilling.

It was also another sponsor from my blogger bucket list.