How do you know wh...

How do you know when how much is too much? Too much too soon. Too much information. Too much fun. Too much love. Too much to ask... And when is it all just too much to bear? --Dr. Meredith GreyShelter me oh genius wordsJust give me strengthJust to pen these thingsAnd give me peace to well her wingsAnd oh oh carry on all you minstrels of the world((For the life of me I cannot remember what made us think that we were wise and we'd never compromise))There are certain people you just keep coming back to....You have enemies? Good. That means you've stood up for something, sometime in your life. - Winston Churchilldry your eyes, clear your mindyou just gotta take it one day at a timedust off your heart, take it off the shelfyou gotta remember to love yourself

Stay...

Stay Gone by Jimmy WayneI found piece of mind I'm feeling good againI'm on the other sideBack among the livingAin't a cloud in the skyAll my tears have been criedAnd I can finally saySo baby,baby stayStay right where you areI like it this wayIt's good for my heartI haven't felt like thisIn God knows how longI know everything's gonna be okayIf you just stay goneI still love you and I will foreverWe can't hide the truthWe know each other betterWhen we try to make it workWe both end up hurtAnd it ain't supposed to be that waySo baby,baby stayStay right where you areI like it this wayIt's good for my heartI haven't felt like thisIn God knows how longI know everything's gonna be okayIf you just stay goneWhen you try to make it workWe both end up hurtLove ain't supposed to be this waySo baby,baby stayStay right where you areI like it this wayIt's good for my heartI haven't felt like thisIn God knows how longI know everything's gonna be okayIf you just stay goneI know everything's gonna be okayIf you just stay gone

meeep. my e...

meeep. my eyes hurt. le sigh. i've gotten up at 5:30 am for the past two days and i'm getting up again tomorrow at 5:30 am. mrrr.

When powe...

When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
- John Fitzgerald Kennedy, 1917 - 1963

“I love this...

“I love this crazy, tragic, sometime almost magic, awful, beautiful life.”

hold on to me tight.

sigh. it's time for bed. it's really time for me to bid this world goodbye for today. and i shall breathe in and exhale the world. and for a mere 7 hours i will attempt to rest in peace.pray for me

spitting out.

How am I suppose to tell him that I didn’t want him to come over?Damn. He stopped by; in a mad mood. And it’s not like I was craving to see him. So yeah.Tried to drink my fill of his kisses. Frustrating. He wasn’t wanting those kisses back. I don’t know how to explain it, but it was like he was just allowing me to kiss him and not really pulling me in.So I drank orange juice and washing him out.Sigh.

meee...

meeeep.extremely bad day. to say the least. complete and total mental breakdowns are not good. especially when you get mad at the nurse. especially when you are desperate enough to try and skip school. especially when you prefer to go and cry by yourself in a corner of the nurses room rather than talk about it. especially when you cry for an hour. ... and then you go to Spanish class and go to the bathroom and cry more. blahhhh….. but I have wonderful friends. I just wish I were with them more often. I don’t see why I couldn’t have gone down to the park. Screw school nurses. *angry eyes*anyways… leaving for boston tomorrow morning early. That’s exciting. I’m excited.Farewell all.

meeeep. so i m...

meeeep. so i mention that i want to see him tomorrow becuase i'm going away for awhile, and he's like a weekend. and mrr it was just sarcastic and that angers me. blahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. *angry eyes*nothing but crap. so now i don't want to see him tomorrow. and that's kind of sad becuase i had wanted to, but now i really don't want to. fine then matthew. i shall see you next week.