July 2009
4 posts
Running Away
it’s another lonely night bottle open cup by my side this feeling hit me and I don’t know what to do…. so I pour another drink inside makes my body feel a little light and my head starts to spin too so I fill my cup up trying to get away from the truth so i fill my cup up running from reality too nothing beats a failure but a try but I never did the latter so why should I keep on...
June 2009
7 posts
damn, i know i messed up again it’s like I’m so confused, with this convoluted meaning of what love really is is it you or is it her thought i knew the meaning and when I started looking your way, hoping you’ll stay so much shit goes wrong it’s like my answer an unwritten song
hey music,
i’ve missed you. and to just think about it, brings tears to my eyes. I love you more than you’ll ever know. And that’s real.
so, I go through periods of sadness and depression, lasting no longer than a day, triggered by different things… feelings of despondency, failure, worry that I would never be successful in anything and I see things like this http://tinyurl.com/dm46dr and remember why I love music, and why I want an education in music… I want to make brilliance… but maybe not for the masses. Maybe...
Father, my heard is heavy with so many questions. Such anticipation, wondering what each turn has in store for me, hoping but being unsure of Your hands and in which way they guide me. This is something I don’t do often, but always speak about, and instead of breaking down like I would like to I keep pushing forward, feeling like I have no where to turn… I feel like this is not...
i just don’t understand. i see all these people, having fun, dancing… and I just am disgusted, feeling as if I am in a room all alone without a bottle of water to at least last a day… so I try to close my eyes and just float to the music… idk.
seems like the only thing really left to do is be successful. I mean, i spend all this time on social networking sites, and working… feeling like i’m really pissing my life away, so I retreat back to sites like these… I remember when you though it was special just to finally get a live journal… I remember when you had to get invited to get a LiveJournal or to even get a...
