Your heart is bigger than you could ever know. You see the better in people before you see the worse in yourself. I hope for your sake that everything will get better. And I know better than anyone else that you will get through this, even with unvoiced words, you will find the yourself once again. Don’t ever let go of what you had, and don’t bury it depth beneath your heart. You can’t forget who you once loved, you can only be thankful that they once loved you back. Always smile, and always see the brighter side of life.
Hopefully I’ll finally get around to see my dear friend this week. I start work on Thursday. I have a cute dindins happening Friday night. Driving lessons on Tuesday next week. My beautiful Aunty Deb is coming Saturday. Jersey Shore is on Wednesday night. Choir & my favourite subject tomorrow! I’m happy, and nothing can ruin this smile.
OH, I was dancing through GoMA today with my painting class from University…. Proves that I’m loving my life at the moment!
Sitting there I heard sounds that carried me away Sounds that reminded me of so many things Sounds that made me want to feel and play along And now as I sit and listen to these beautiful motions one again I can’t help but to close my eyes and wonder what it would feel like to play such sweet things If only I had the hands, ears or eyes to make such moving and touching music If only I could spark and ignite such wonderful things
I wish for one person to know me better than I know myself. Someone that knows that I secretly love Barbie more than anything in the world. That I love pink, even though I wear black every day of my life. That I could sleep in my Dr Martens if I had to. That the one thing I couldn’t live without was my dog, Wednesday. That I dance by myself when I get ready in the morning. That I rap inside my head, almost every minute of the day. I want someone to know everything about me, without me even telling them.
It's kind of fucked up isn't it? How all of a sudden, someone just wakes up and decides to never talk to you again. No reason. No explanation. No words said. They just leave you hanging like you never meant shit to them, and what hurts the most is how they made it look so easy.
Certain people you just can’t trust, you know Luke?
Never trust anyone who doesn’t smoke pot or listen to Dylan.
Never trust anyone who doesn’t like the beach.
Never, EVER, EVER trust anyone who says they don’t like dogs!
You meet someone who doesn’t like dogs you alert the authorities IMMEDIATELY and you sure as SHIT don’t MARRY THEM!
You have no reason to be mad at me, I mean, you know, you broke MY heart. I should be royally ticked off at you. I should be really cheesed off, I shouldn’t want to talk to you anymore. PAULIE BLEEKER, YOU KNOW JUST HOW I FEEL!
I have multiple draws, or hiding places. Inside them, I hide my memories and objects that remind me of the times I spent with people I have loved and lost. Every so often I get the temptation to open it, but I’m so scared of reminding myself of what I have given up or what I have ruined. I don’t want to remember what I can’t have.