it's really not a good thing for me to be writing while i'm in a mood like this. i need some restraint, that i don't blog. because the only place that people will never be able to see my thoughts is if i just wrote them on the computer. but because i have some stupid neccessity to blog when i don't want to do work, i am blogging.
i should probably sleep. late nights/early mornings like this remind me of old conversations... and sometimes i just want to forget about it all. let it all float away to become some fond distant memory in the clouds, one that i'll only visit if i choose to fly there, on some plane of my pathetic-ness.
all these thoughts flying in and out of my head. i can't write them, for fear of them being read. coz there are things that i don't want you to read.
lies. all lies. lying is bad lindy. i know. but you still do it anyway. i know.
ok-ness. it won't ever be. not on my part. because more often than not i'm emo and talking to you just makes it worse. sorry. i'm screwed up. worse than before.
this is stupid. why am i posting here?
i don't ever want to fall in love. falling for someone leaves you so open to being hurt, to being vulnerable. i would know. look what happened to that. it was never meant to be, i know that, but who's to say eh? there were moments when i thought that maybe something could happen, but that was just wishful thinking on behalf of a schoolgirl crush. then again, it wasn't just a schoolgirl crush.
some days i wish that i didn't care so much about what people thought, and i could just do things and be things that i want to be. but i have to live up to everyone's expectations. all of this just makes me sound like a bitch. i know. but still. *sigh* i don't know anymore. i don't know what i want to be. i don't know how i'm going to do it if every second day i feel emo and i don't feel like doing anything.
i wish that my parents knew me. like, they knew this side of me. i wonder what they'd think then. maybe it wouldn't even change them very much. they'd still be themselves... or maybe if they knew, then i wouldn't be like this for much longer.
but who wants to talk to their parents in general. especially my parents.
some days i want to just fly away and fly off to the clouds where there is some world waiting for me to be me, where there are people i love, and the people i love love me back. and the people that i don't care about, just simply don't exist. and everyone is happy together, and i'm happy. all the time.
what a wonderful world...
"tell me something..." what do i tell you? what's to tell you? that when you did what you did, my heart skipped a beat and then i got all confused and for two seconds i couldn't remember where i was?
am i writing a story?
what am i doing? is it real?
lies. all lies.
i wanted something to happen, in the way that i didn't want anything to happen.
i wish that something had happened... and then i wouldn't be so... like this after it all. maybe i should have just stayed there, unmoving, and things would have been ok. or maybe they would have been more screwed up and maybe i MIGHT have slapped you and maybe...
*sigh*
riddles. talking in riddles.
i want to have a party. i want to throw a party. i want to have people over to my house. but i won't ever. because i'm kind of embarrassed about where i live. i'm kind of afraid of what people will think.
it'll be my downfall.
i love you. always have. always will.
just not with the same intensity.
thank you for always being there. without you, i am nothing. thank you. every day i wonder why you stick around. because if i were you, i probably would have run a long time ago. yet you're still here. and i love you for that so much. every day... thank you.
there's never a day that goes by that i doubt some of it... and it makes me wonder sooo much... what am i going to do with my life for Him. am i going to be ok, is He going to make it all ok for me and for Him? i don't know what to do anymore...
why did we have to end up like this? why can't we just stay as the little, innocent, naive kids that we were... and then one day magickly grow up and get jobs and life continues...
but no. instead, there are the mood swings, the freaky relationships... everything.
i'm tired. tired of everything.
i need to sleep. and finish english.
what a nice read.
and if you've read it, i dare you to comment.
i dare you.
xox