Cause You said this then did that
Took my heart, gave it back
How do You expect me to be happy for You?
Honestly, this song has absolutely nothing to do with how i’m feeling at the moment. i just fell down the Youtube black hole and had never heard of her before, and i love her lyrics. i’m actually in a pretty good mood, all things considered.
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So I’ve been thinking that I think too much
And I can’t sleep, but I can dream of us
And I’ve been seeing shit like horror cuts
It’s burning down… I gotta drown this out…
And You said You need me to let this go
But it’s who I am, or am I just losing it?
Cause You said ‘jump’ and I went first, but falling’s always been my downfall…
I don’t really know what to say in this post… which is ironic because I’ve been offline for almost a week, so there should be lots to say, right? Like, I’m behind…
But I dunno… I just got home from a mini vacation to Mississippi this weekend, so maybe there are some stories to talk about there.
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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.
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If You love me, let me go…
Cause these words are knives and often leave scars
The fear of falling apart
Truth be told, I never was Yours
The fear, the fear of falling apart…
That close-up photo may or may not be petty. Truthfully, I’m sick of worrying whether it’s petty or not. It made me smile, and so I took and edited the photo, and now I’m posting it. You don’t like it, you can click the x… no one is forcing you to be here.
That last bit? Not to those of you that read and are supportive. Mostly directed at the drama-mongerers that wanna come in my box or sub me on Facebook about stuff I write here. Lol. I see you, boo. And I don’t care. ❤
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