love rhymes with pity
I am so frustrated with Mrs. St. Clair and how she constantly puts down my writing. :( It really, really bothers me, since writing is like the only thing I do. I know I'm not the best, but damn she doesn't have to act like I'm terrible.
seriously, it bothers me so much, I just want to cry right now.
Photographs are lies, you know? They can capture such a perfect moment in a life, or in a face...but no one looks quite the same way in photographs...whether they look better or worse just depends, but to capture a moment out of so many with a piece of technology....it's a lie, but a lie soaked in reality...if that makes sense...it's just so beautiful, when taken by someone who sees things in the right view.
I am so empty on the inside. Like someone has taken out my soul and let oxygen filter in through the gap.
Human nature is made of selfishness and the will to hurt each other.
Touch is beginning to scare me, and that was never the case. Never.
I'm running away from something...I'm running away from love and intimacy because I can't seem to cope. I just can't seem to cope with emotion.
And no one listens anymore. And that used to be okay, back when I was the "mother", but now I feel like a child and I need someone to hear me.
I know that everything will be okay. As much as I have heard it, I'm going to try to understand it as granted. The wait, however, is killing me.
seriously, it bothers me so much, I just want to cry right now.
Photographs are lies, you know? They can capture such a perfect moment in a life, or in a face...but no one looks quite the same way in photographs...whether they look better or worse just depends, but to capture a moment out of so many with a piece of technology....it's a lie, but a lie soaked in reality...if that makes sense...it's just so beautiful, when taken by someone who sees things in the right view.
I am so empty on the inside. Like someone has taken out my soul and let oxygen filter in through the gap.
Human nature is made of selfishness and the will to hurt each other.
Touch is beginning to scare me, and that was never the case. Never.
I'm running away from something...I'm running away from love and intimacy because I can't seem to cope. I just can't seem to cope with emotion.
And no one listens anymore. And that used to be okay, back when I was the "mother", but now I feel like a child and I need someone to hear me.
I know that everything will be okay. As much as I have heard it, I'm going to try to understand it as granted. The wait, however, is killing me.