fiona was right.

I tell you how I feel
But you don't care
I say tell me the truth
But you don't dare
You say love is a hell
You cannot bear
And I say gimme mine
Back and then go there
For all I care
I got my feet
On the ground
And I don't go to
Sleep to dream
You got your head
In the clouds
And you're not at
All what you seem
This mind, this body
And this voice cannot be
Stifled by your deviant ways
So don't forget what I told you
Don't come around
I got my own hell to raise

I have never been
So insulted in all my life
I could swallow the seas
To wash down all this pride
First you run like a fool
Just to be at my side
And now you run like a fool
But you just run to hide
And I can't abide

I got my feet
On the ground
And I don't go
To sleep to dream
You got your head
In the clouds and
You're not at all
What you seem
This mind, this body
And this voice cannot be
Stifled by your deviant ways
So don't forget what I told you
Don't come around
I got my own hell to raise

Don't make it a big deal
Don't be so sensitive
We're not playing
A game anymore
You don't have
To be so defensive
Don't you plead me your case
Don't bother to explain
Don't even show me your face
'Cause it's a crying shame
Just go back to the rock
From under which you came
Take the sorrow you gave
And all the stakes you claim
And don't forget the blame

I got my feet
On the ground
And I don't go
To sleep to dream
You got your head
In the clouds and
You're not at all
What you seem
This mind, this body
And this voice cannot be
Stifled by your deviant ways
So don't forget
What I told you
Don't come around
I got my own hell to raise

blank canvas.

hmm I literally have no thoughts for this blog. I am thoughtless, because I feel nothing right now...no excitement, no anger, no sadness, no love, no loss, no happiness, no hope, nothing.


I need something exciting to happen in my life or for someone to enter my life and turn my world up side down....

"the idea of waiting for something makes it more exciting" -andy warhol

i wonder if that is true.
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blank canvas.

I look at this canvas and it is blank,
white and empty
stark and dry.

I could write my feelings,
paint my desires,
speak of those I admire...

but itd all be a lie.

I have nothing to say,
for once I am speechless,
I'd make it a new day,
if I had my way.

But until the sun shines again,
Until I no longer am void of expression....
I must carry on,
singing my song,
and never forget that....


I am loved
I belong
I wasn't wrong.

nope.

take it back.




FUCKING HATE BABY BLUE.

CHEERS TO:

me running 10.5 miles in 1 hour 31 minutes!!

alex polk's birthday.

Feeling good about my situation because I am so over it, baby blue.

Not caring that it is 45 degrees outside and I wear shorts WITH tights...no I will not let the winter have a say in my fashion choices.

Halloween.

boots.

leaf piles.

Running in the rain.

bud light lime.