Dreams get burned down overnight.
It's so hard not to remember. So hard not to cling to the past, draw back on all those memories. it's so hard to just say well it's been hell, see ya later.
You can't. Human beings can't just move on. Humans can't help but dote, and pull out the old letters, and stare at the old photos, and close their eyes and watch the film reels of bittersweet memories go on and on.
You saw me mourning my love for you and touched my hand. I knew you loved me then.
I remember when listening to that song would just make me bawl.
January 10th ... this time last year I had already found out that he "loved me", and was in the midst of of severe depression.
Wow ... it's January.
What a time it's been.
And the picture frames are facing down, and the ringing from this empty town reminds you that the memories will fade.
I hate this. This familiar feeling of disloyalty. This shadow of guilt hovering over me with every step I take. This voice in the back of my head screaming over and over again that I am far too angsty for my own good, and need to stop dwelling on the painful parts of life.
I kind of like being benevolent. Granted, I couldn't be benevolent all the time because I would go insane, but every now and then it's pretty fun.
Amy Lee is gorgeous. Man.
One Acts are in two weeks. Less than. They're in ten days. And I am very sick. Again. Curse my immune system. But I have amazing friends, and life is good.
I'm working on my One Act for next year. It's ... well it's coming along. That's all I can ask for at this point.
You can't. Human beings can't just move on. Humans can't help but dote, and pull out the old letters, and stare at the old photos, and close their eyes and watch the film reels of bittersweet memories go on and on.
You saw me mourning my love for you and touched my hand. I knew you loved me then.
I remember when listening to that song would just make me bawl.
January 10th ... this time last year I had already found out that he "loved me", and was in the midst of of severe depression.
Wow ... it's January.
What a time it's been.
And the picture frames are facing down, and the ringing from this empty town reminds you that the memories will fade.
I hate this. This familiar feeling of disloyalty. This shadow of guilt hovering over me with every step I take. This voice in the back of my head screaming over and over again that I am far too angsty for my own good, and need to stop dwelling on the painful parts of life.
I kind of like being benevolent. Granted, I couldn't be benevolent all the time because I would go insane, but every now and then it's pretty fun.
Amy Lee is gorgeous. Man.
One Acts are in two weeks. Less than. They're in ten days. And I am very sick. Again. Curse my immune system. But I have amazing friends, and life is good.
I'm working on my One Act for next year. It's ... well it's coming along. That's all I can ask for at this point.