December 2009
6 posts
For My Birthday and Christmas
There’s only one thing I’ve ever wanted for my birthday and Christmas.
It’s all I ever ask for any year. I may say other things, but I don’t mean them, I don’t wish for them and pray to god every night that one day it’ll come.
I would give up everything I have to have it. Even if it meant I could have it for those two days. No screaming, no lies, no fake smiles, no forced hugs, no uptight...
“And eventually as I kept writing it, something emerged that was not quite me but...”
– Larry David (via blaisewsc)
this is goodbye
I hate that I still care. I hate that I can’t let you go. You won’t get out of my mind. I’ve never been the jealous type until you. I hate what it does to me. I hate that I just can’t be happy anymore. I hate that you’re so unhappy, and for so long I tried to make you happy. And only now I’ve realized, you’re nothing more than a boy with a bitter man’s old heart. And forever long you’ll grow old...
I am
I am my downfall. I have my faults, some which are genetically inclined and cannot be changed nor blamed on myself. But then I have those faults, which are entirely my own fault. They haunt me every day. I walk with this heavy burden on my shoulders, wondering when, and how, if even ever, I’ll be able to change them. And change myself for the better. And finally be able to love myself and be...