Jul 02, 2006 11:42
why is it that I hate waking up in the morning, I would much rather be up at night.
getting called a freak by a three year old. I admire children's honesty. they will always call me out, and I don't mind hearing the truth.
Tuesday I'm taking my dear friends to hell with me. back to everything I remember, everything I was.
going to see people I miss. and people that should be dropped off the face of the planet.
I remember getting chased by crazy ducks. my god that place has too many memories, and on the 4th it will have more. I hope I will still be seen the same, 'cause I always seem to act different when I go to chickasha.
I think instead of running from the past we should look at it as what we have overcome.
because of what we did and the mistakes we have made we are who we are now. I know who I can and can't trust and will call people out for it.
I have said things that I can't take back, mostly because I wont. I am always in the right state of mind, even if that is psychotic to other people I don't care.
"I am a lie detector, and you are hooked up to my eyes."
it hurts to see people you love lie to you. mostly when they think they're getting away with it.
I catch the smallest things, the lies that "don't count." those are my mistakes. the people I care about will never know when I catch them. I am a quiet girl because I am always thinking, always listening.
only some people see that.
never have regrets, just mistakes. learn from it, live off it.
Faith