Thank you Alistair.
Catch me, I'm falling.
I can't find my wings.
They were clipped long ago
By imaginary things.
I need you to save me
From the pain, cuz it stings
I'm descending towards Hell
With all the hurt that it brings.
After dealing so long
With pain and suffering,
I built me a pair of
Iridescent fairy wings
To fly me over battles
Fought by Drama KINGS and Queens
But like Icarus, the sun
Has melted the wax and the strings.
But now as I'm falling
Toward the pavement below,
I can only rely on my desire to know
That my friends will be there, although
Others have pushed me
And just let me go.
I know who you are,
You reside in my head.
Along with the promises
That YOU'D catch me, instead
You just PUSHED ME AND WAVED
As I fell on my head.
Well I'm coming for you know....
Revenge in pencil lead.
For anyone out there who was confused at what I had meant all this time about the concept of "Catching Me", read the previous entry and all the comments following it. That, ladies and gentlemen, is what it is to catch me. This is all that I've wanted. Alistair took it upon himself to put that child in his place. He didn't call me up and tell me that Rey is wrong and whatever else - which would've also been nice, but it wouldn't have done the trick. He took someone who was trying to pull me down even farther (which is ironic being that Rey had always promised to "keep me from falling at all"....) and verbally pimp-smacked him. And stopped him dead in his tracks.
You know what else? After reading both of Alistair's comments, I finally realized what kind of an abusive relationship I had been in all this time. I really left every conversation with Rey believing that he loved me. And what's worse, that he was the only person who would EVER love me. And yet, when he called me all that terrible stuff, I still believed all that. It wasn't until Alistair came in and stood up for me, that I realized that.
So this entry is for Alistair. I dedicate this as a public thank you. I know it doesn't seem like what you did was a lot, but it meant a lot to me. You're the reason I survived Pratt. You're the reason I didn't go into an uber depression after John. You're the reason I believe that though they are VERY few in number, there are still some princes out there. Thank you for standing up for me. Too many people claim they would but they never do. I can't of any other greater way for me to show my appreciation.
I can't find my wings.
They were clipped long ago
By imaginary things.
I need you to save me
From the pain, cuz it stings
I'm descending towards Hell
With all the hurt that it brings.
After dealing so long
With pain and suffering,
I built me a pair of
Iridescent fairy wings
To fly me over battles
Fought by Drama KINGS and Queens
But like Icarus, the sun
Has melted the wax and the strings.
But now as I'm falling
Toward the pavement below,
I can only rely on my desire to know
That my friends will be there, although
Others have pushed me
And just let me go.
I know who you are,
You reside in my head.
Along with the promises
That YOU'D catch me, instead
You just PUSHED ME AND WAVED
As I fell on my head.
Well I'm coming for you know....
Revenge in pencil lead.
For anyone out there who was confused at what I had meant all this time about the concept of "Catching Me", read the previous entry and all the comments following it. That, ladies and gentlemen, is what it is to catch me. This is all that I've wanted. Alistair took it upon himself to put that child in his place. He didn't call me up and tell me that Rey is wrong and whatever else - which would've also been nice, but it wouldn't have done the trick. He took someone who was trying to pull me down even farther (which is ironic being that Rey had always promised to "keep me from falling at all"....) and verbally pimp-smacked him. And stopped him dead in his tracks.
You know what else? After reading both of Alistair's comments, I finally realized what kind of an abusive relationship I had been in all this time. I really left every conversation with Rey believing that he loved me. And what's worse, that he was the only person who would EVER love me. And yet, when he called me all that terrible stuff, I still believed all that. It wasn't until Alistair came in and stood up for me, that I realized that.
So this entry is for Alistair. I dedicate this as a public thank you. I know it doesn't seem like what you did was a lot, but it meant a lot to me. You're the reason I survived Pratt. You're the reason I didn't go into an uber depression after John. You're the reason I believe that though they are VERY few in number, there are still some princes out there. Thank you for standing up for me. Too many people claim they would but they never do. I can't of any other greater way for me to show my appreciation.