Dec 16, 2004 20:45
I am a little bit of loneliness a little bit of disregard
Handful of complaints but I can’t help the fact that everyone can see
these scars
I am what I want you to want what I want you to feel
But it's like no matter what I do, I can't convince you, to just believe
this is real
So I let go, watching you, turn your back like you always do
Face away and pretend that I'm not
But I'll be here 'cause you're all that I got
I can't feel the way I did before
Don't turn your back on me
I won't be ignored
Time won't heal this damage anymore
Don't turn your back on me
I won't be ignored
I am a little bit insecure a little unconfident
Cause you don't understand I do what I can but sometimes I don't make
sense
I am what you never wanna say but I've never had a doubt
It's like no matter what I do I can't convince you for once just to hear
me out
So I let go watching you turn your back like you always do
Face away and pretend that I'm not
But I'll be here 'cause you're all that I've got
12 days till my b-day. It's going to be kewl. You wanna know what I'm doing to celebrate? NOTHING! I'll probably mourn cause that means I'm one day closer to death. lol well I won't mourn over that. Yep, it's going to be kewl I guess, I plan on spending the day being lonely and acting like it wasn't an important day.
I really need to talk to a certain somebody. We really need to sit down and have a good talk. Things between us have been weird for the most part and I know that I am probably the one to blame.
Forestville's drill meet is coming up. It's going to reopen a page in my history that I would like that have remained closed. I know that will not be possible seeing that I will be back to the area where I spent a good 10-11 years of my life growing up in. I grew up living in a apartment right up from Forestville High School. There are a lot of memories that I do not want to have remembered but I know that will not be possible...... so many hurtful memories. I haven't been back to Forestville in so long. It has been YEARS since I was there. The heart of some of my heartache and suffering. The place of my dark past. The home of my early years. There is a part of me that wants to go back and remember all the good times that are outwieghed by the negative thoughts. I vividly remember every turn, every shortcut, every one of my friend's faces.