i know you wanna say you’re sorry
But i’ve already heard that story
i don’t wanna be your fool anymore…
Can’t you see i’m in recovery?
Today i decided to do something a little bit different – record a video! i dunno… why not? E/everyone else and their brother in SL does this, and i just couldn’t find a good photo i liked until AFTER i recorded the video in order to do a traditional blog post, so i figured i’d give this a shot. This is my first video, so play nice. Scroll to the bottom beneath the credits where the ‘blogging tune’ is for the video! Flickr wanted to be rude.
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Come on little lady, give Us a smile
No, i ain’t got nothin to smile about
i got no one to smile for, i waited awhile for
A moment to say, “i don’t owe You a goddamn thing!”
This is another one of those days where the lyrics to the song speak more than i do…. and so i’m just going to let them do that.
Continue reading “Confession .279. I’m Tired And Angry, But Somebody Should Be…”
But she’s new and she’s beautiful
You’ve never been in a fight
Yeah, it’s awfully perfect now
But You just know deep inside
She’s not me…
If You’re going to just shit on O/our memory, then why do You still have sentimental things about me in Your profile?
Continue reading “Confession .278. Or Is It None Of My Business?”
And now i can’t stop thinking that i can’t stop thinking
That i almost gave You everything
And now the whole thing’s finish and i can’t stop wishing
That i never gave You anything…
i make mistakes. A lot. One of which that is a common recurrence in my Second Life is terrible relationship decisions. i didn’t really talk about my release because i was focused on other things at the time, but also because i was ashamed to admit that it didn’t work. Because i knew i wouldn’t. Right from the very beginning, i knew. But i did it anyway.
Continue reading “Confession .277. I’m Not Something To Butter Up And Taste When You Get Bored…”
Who’ll be reckless, just enough
Who’ll get hurt, but who learns how to toughen up
When she’s bruised and gets used by a Man who can’t love
And then she’ll get stuck…
And be scared of the life that’s inside her
Growing stronger each day, til it finally reminds her
To fight just a little to bring back the fire in her eyes
That’s been gone, but used to be mine…
Finally back to myself a bit after an unexpected 5-day stint in the hospital, followed by some intense antibiotics at home. i’m sorry it’s been awhile, but i’m going to work to play a bit of catch-up now that i can function even with the side effects. (i’ll take dizziness and nausea from oral antibiotics over having to stay in the hospital on IV stuff, tbh.)
Before anyone asks, yes, this is on my list of things to dance eventually. Lol. Y/you already knew. i wasn’t trying to get in my feelings with this song tonight – really, i wasn’t. You can tell from the way the photo was uh… well, look it’s kinky as fuck. Lol. But then this song happened…
Continue reading “Confession .269. For A Chance To Start Over And Rewrite An Ending Or Two For The Girl That I Knew…”
You make it sound so pretty, even when it’s not
Didn’t choose, but it’s the only one we’ve got
And sometimes i get so tired of getting tied up in my thoughts
You’re the only one who ever makes it stop…
i was inspired partially by this photo in particular by Novaleigh Freng. i set out to take something similar, however as per my usual, when i set out to take something ‘closer up’, i kept dragging the camera back and back until i wound up with a bit further shot than i originally wanted. But hey, it still works!
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Seasons, they will change, Life will make You grow
Death can make You hard, hard, hard
Everything is temporary, everything will slide
Love will never die, die, die…
i try not to blog on this day each year. August 1st is hard for me, but given that it’s 11:47pm, at night, about to become August 2nd, i think i can still get away with it before i go to sleep.
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