John Mayer. That's all there is to say.
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well, I'm the kind of gal that LOVES dressing up and going to parties/dances. so, with homecoming a few months away, of course I already have my attire for the evening planned. lots of online shopping and I'm really digging this look. I'm thinking of adding some silver accessories to the thing and BAM. plus, it's fairly cheap and that's something my dad definitely appreciates, since he does all of my clothes buying, haha. anyways, :)
so fucking venerable everywhere I go
I found no love and sure as hell no place to call a home how did I end up here? things used to be water clear, and now I'm drowning near falling into my own damn tears maybe it's why I cry over the dumbest things 'cause I don't have the guts to say what's really hurting everywhere I turn is just a fucking black hole and if there's one thing I need it's a way to move on it's got to the point where I don't wanna wake up but these dreams are just pools of my own blood the misery is never ending and there is seemingly no way out and my screams are foreign to everyone around no one could understand unless they've lived my life words aren't enough to express the look I gave that knife but I swear I won't do it because deep down I know there's something more how else could others live through this horror? They're a wonder, really. And they're on my mind because of you.
Last night, I had a dream with you in it, again, as always.. During my dream I felt so lonely, rejected, hurt, and embarrassed.. Why? I saw you with pretty much every other girl than me. The strange thing is although that probably won't ever happen in real life, my dream created those feelings to match what I saw. I actually felt it. I didn't like it at all. Which brings me to question how the hell my dream did that? How do our dreams make us feel things that we don't want to feel, or things that do want to feel? I heard somewhere once that our dreams take images and memories that were on our mind recently and sort them in a way to put them all together for us, if that makes sense. Regardless of how it works, I think it's really cool. And really scary. Hello. Hmmm.... well, I suppose I haven't posted in a while for several reasons. For one, I have been busy at home due to family issues and also because I have spent quite a lot of time out since I got home. Secondly, my computer charger crashed and burned on me so I had to wait for my new charger to come in the mail (which is just did). Anyhow, the third reason is because I literally have nothing to write about of extreme importance in my life right now. Believe me, I have got plenty of problems right now but none that I would like to write about...well. To some degree. Maybe it is because some friends I know personally can see this and I don't fancy the idea of them knowing my actual problems. I try to keep my life at home as invisible as possible to the outside world. In any case, I would like to say that I am not going to finish the story I told you I started because in all honesty, the subject material is complete rubbish now looking at it. However, I do plan to start another story as soon as I'm not so busy anymore at home. There's a lot of stress going around here so as soon as that is settled I will write more. Well, other than that, I wish you all a good day. Cheers!
-Lizzie No matter what you do, he still doesn't want you. Remember that. Let it sink in. He does not want you. He never will again. Get over it. Stop telling yourself lies. Remember, that if he really really really wanted you, all he'd have to do is ask. But he hasn't done that and he wont do that. He likes another girl. Not you. Not YOU. Stop hurting yourself, Lizzie. Stop.
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AuthorHi, my name is Lizzie. I'm about to turn 18, and I'm worried a lot, and I love food, and I lack self-control a lot, and I'm really talkative, and none of this information is important, yet I'm compelled to say it all. This is my blog. Archives
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