Confession .204. Even If It Takes All Night, Or A Hundred Years…

Isn’t it lovely, all alone?
Heart made of glass, my mind of stone
Tear me to pieces, skin and bone
Hello, welcome home…

I didn’t think I would be writing about this in more detail again this soon… but I suppose it’s necessary.  Some of you are new to reading me, and don’t scroll back to read past posts.  (Lord, I don’t blame you.  I ramble a lot sometimes.  LOL.)  Some of you know I was gone for almost a week at the end of July, but I don’t know how many of you know why… that’s what I’m going to talk about today…

Confession .203. But The Static Still Cracks In My Veins…

My brain is poisoned and I’m searching for the antidote
But every time I find it
My defenses scream, “Oh no you don’t!”

Those of you who know how much I relate to music and follow my Facebook may have seen this particular post coming.

On August 1st, Gabbie Hanna (TheGabbieShow) released a Youtube Video called “Roast Yourself Harder Challenge (Diss Track!!!!!)” framing the video as another attempt at her ‘roast yourself challenge’ video now that she had more fuel for her self-disses.  But about 2 minutes and 30 seconds in… it gets real… and deep… and dark.  And while she’s describing her relationship with the Youtube Sphere and being a social media influencer, I find that it screams my heart for what it’s like to be a blogger in SL.  So today’s post will be the lyrics from that point onward… and the video will be embedded below for you to listen to the whole thing if you want.  I heavily recommend it… it’s crazy good.

Confession .201. Brick By Brick You Build Your Walls With No One There To Break Them…

Tell me what to say, when You’re running out of words
When You run, though You should stay
When You’re fighting a war, but cannot remember what You’re fighting for…

I feel like I take small breaks, or mini-hiatuses (Is that a word?  If not, it is now…) a lot – or a lot more than one should.  But lately, RL has been kicking my ass.  If you’re not here to hear about RL, see you next time, scroll down so you know where to get your pretties from!  ♥

Confession .200. We Can Dive Down Deeper Instead…

I kissed a stranger in a white dress
She put a crown on top of my head
Said every King needs a Queen in His bed…

Forgive me if I get a little ranty tonight… there’s a particular piece of a conversation with a former friend that has been stuck in my head and really grinding me the wrong way.  I thought after having slept on it, I’d feel better about it… but I don’t, really… so here is my response…

Confession .199. To Your Major, I’m Minor, Breaking Every Single Chord You Play…

I’m sweet wine, but You want whiskey
I just wish I could be strong enough…
Still a faded Polaroid
But I can’t be something that I have never been…

https://www.flickr.com/photos/riki-tiki-tivi/28574878767/in/dateposted-public/

Oh, look!  It’s not just me in here today!  Lol.  Thank you, Magnus, for putting up with my shit lately, and especially in this photo.

Confession .198. And I Feel The Color Draining From My Face…

So I asked to look back at all the messages You’d sent
And I know it wasn’t right, but it was fucking with my head
And everything deleted, like the past year was gone
When I touched Your face, I could tell You were moving on…

“And I reach for Your hand, but it’s cold; You pull away again, and I wonder what’s on Your mind.”

If you’re not here for sap and sadness – see you next time.  Consider yourself duly warned ahead of time.  It’s just kinda the space my head is in lately.

Confession .197. Nae Modeun Yagjeomdeureun Da Sumgyeojigil…

(Don’t yell at me!  It’s romanized Korean taken from a video with translations.  I do not speak Korean so I do not claim it to be correct.  <3)

 

This song is REALLY fucking catchy, even if most of the lyrics are in Korean and most of us probably can’t understand them without being a speaker or native speaker.  Sorry, not sorry.  The rough translations make this a sad song… which I feel like shouldn’t be allowed, cause, again, REALLY fucking catchy.

That, and I might be in my feelings a bit today.  Also sorry, not sorry.

Confession .196. This Is As Far As I Can Feel, Right?

So let’s run, make a great escape
And I’ll be waiting outside for the getaway
It doesn’t matter who we are
We’ll keep running through the dark…

I’m pretty sure I did this with you guys awhile back.  Music speaks to me – and for me sometimes – better than words do at times… and today is one of those days, I think.  And in order to show you that, I want to show you how songs play out in my head sometimes. Not in the short lines they’re written out in, but in full-on sentences… like a conversation.  Enjoy!  ♥

Confession .195. Can’t Find Pieces Of My Peace Of Mind…

AM radio, not much to do
Used monsters as an excuse to lie awake
Now the monsters are the ones that I have to face
No band-aids for the growing pains…

Normally, it’s not my style to name here.  However, today, I’m talking about my own relationship… and anyone who knew me at any point in the last year would know who that is, so let’s just save ourselves the trouble, shall we?

Confession .193. You’re Just Shooting Blanks…

So what are you after, don’t You like my colours?
I’m confident, and I know it scares ya, scares ya
Bye bye, good riddance, the rules have been re-written
I’m better without You, and that’s the truth
Not part of Your agenda…

Well then.  That was an unexpected hiatus.  My bad.  But hello again!