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It doesn't sting anymore. It took a while, but I think I am almost completely over the whole subject. I guess this is when I get up, brush the dust off, and move forward. May not be completely happily ever after, but at least there's a chance for a better future. Goodbye and Good Luck.

Holding Someone's Hair Back by Circa Survive

Don't say a word, don't be grateful if I ever made you laugh.
Let's make believe what's at stake here's more than just your reputation.
She's got the photos but no recollection.
He's got the motive but no transportation.
Purely courteous across my chest.
Are you cutting me out now, after crawling inside?

Turn away your head.
What do I deserve, what do I deserve instead?
It's a surprise you haven't caught on yet.
It's nothing personal, you're an embarrassment.
Don't cut me out.

We're offering nothing but the best accommodations.
Just tell us who you are, just tell us who you are.
We're offering nothing but the best accommodations.
Just tell us who you are, just tell us who you are.

Turn away your head.
What do I deserve, what do I deserve instead?
It's a surprise you haven't caught on yet.
It's nothing personal, you're an embarrassment.
Don't cut me out.

It's a surprise you haven't caught on yet.
It's nothing personal, you're an embarrassment.
Don't cut me out.

I haven't posted in a long time.. whoa...
Well, I'm about to go to school, so I'll edit later...

Lyrical Lies by Cute Is What We Aim For

An old man gave me a tip he said
"Don't waste your time with politics" he said
"Just chase skirts instead"
"Life is too short, and you're almost dead" he said
"I met a woman once, I gave her my best shot"
"But never did I talk and talk and talk"
"If I had her back, I'd be as real as my age"
"I so don't blame them, I wouldn't do the same"
"But I can blame them, I'd sing her this"

And you want to be dressed in poetry
But imagery doesn't fit
And you want resizing
But darling dear get a grip

And I think what I just wrote is going over my head
I'm stealing lines from myself
And what I said was never said
It's just a lyrical lie
Made up in my mind

And you want to be dressed in poetry
But imagery doesn't fit
And you want resizing
But darling dear get a grip

You're moving but not aware
You're drowsy without a care
Except keeping your whites behind your lids
And your lids are your best canvas
I can only imagine what you're painting, what you're painting
And your body on my mattress is proof
And your makeup on my pillow is proof
But do you think I am telling you the truth

It's just a lyrical lie
Made up in my mind

And you want to be dressed in poetry
But imagery doesn't fit
And you want resizing
But darling dear get a grip

And you want to be dressed in poetry
But imagery doesn't fit
And you want resizing
But darling dear get a grip

So...

As most of you know, my beloved boyfriend ZACH is off for vacation in Florida. Well.


At first I was angry. I wanted to find a nuke and bomb Florida before he could even leave.

Then I was all bitchy. I acted like I didn't care. I actually did some things that just might piss him off if he was there. I acted like he didn't exist.

Then I got even more pissed and was even more bitchy to anyone who even said hi to me. So, sorry, if you ended up being one of those victims.

But now I'm just sad. And lonely. I miss him so much. I hug about 10 people a day just as friends, and none of them feel just like his embrace. None of them have a fighting chance at replacing it. So, I'm just counting down the days. 12 more days of feeling like this.


[PLUS. I'm on my period. I know most of you just don't want to know that though.]

And also my death has been predicted for me. I'm going to die choking on someones giant p***s. Or I'll be trying to puke and it will be in the way, so I'll choke on that. What a lovely demise, eh?