To my favorite liar....
the thought of deleting this live journal crossed my mind more than once. but my smart senses said just to leave it alone and wait it out.... wait it out to see if it would come in handy or to actually see if i really still liked it. so i did. and i was right. i was right this time when it came to live journal.... but not when it came to you, my favorite oscar award winner.
it took about 5 days to find, 2 weeks to adjust, and a day to end.
i too was awfully good at pretending.
from the point when i left for rhode island, the ride there, the rides to and from the soccer fields, and then on the way home, i went over a bridge 14 times, 3 different bridges: The Tappan Zee, The Jamestown, and The Newport.
I'm afraid of bridges, i am afraid of commitment. by the end of the trip, i wasnt afraid of traveling over those bridges. if it was meant for me to fall off one, it would have happened during one of the first 10 times. the commitment part, though, thats a whole other ballgame with a whole new stance. the story of my life for the past month or so has been like the 3 bridges i have traveled on for a while. theres the fear of falling, the fear of heights, wondering if its all worth it, the fear of rushing over, the fear having to get back on. fortunately, nothing happened on the bridges. my life on the other hand, all the fears became reality. i dont regret going over the bridges, i dont regret you, i just regret me.
It was a competition to see who was the better actor. and congrats, you won.
like the ball thrown at me, i didnt see it coming.
resulted in a broken nose.
this on the other hand, did not result in a broken heart.
it resulted in a broken mind.
until we meet again, controversy.. i bid thee adieu.
it took about 5 days to find, 2 weeks to adjust, and a day to end.
i too was awfully good at pretending.
from the point when i left for rhode island, the ride there, the rides to and from the soccer fields, and then on the way home, i went over a bridge 14 times, 3 different bridges: The Tappan Zee, The Jamestown, and The Newport.
I'm afraid of bridges, i am afraid of commitment. by the end of the trip, i wasnt afraid of traveling over those bridges. if it was meant for me to fall off one, it would have happened during one of the first 10 times. the commitment part, though, thats a whole other ballgame with a whole new stance. the story of my life for the past month or so has been like the 3 bridges i have traveled on for a while. theres the fear of falling, the fear of heights, wondering if its all worth it, the fear of rushing over, the fear having to get back on. fortunately, nothing happened on the bridges. my life on the other hand, all the fears became reality. i dont regret going over the bridges, i dont regret you, i just regret me.
It was a competition to see who was the better actor. and congrats, you won.
like the ball thrown at me, i didnt see it coming.
resulted in a broken nose.
this on the other hand, did not result in a broken heart.
it resulted in a broken mind.
until we meet again, controversy.. i bid thee adieu.