i wanna elope.
my mother called me up today and asked me if we could have a meeting of just
her and i to talk about wedding details n'such. i knew it had something to
do with her opinion of the family situation and who would be involved, i just
knew it, so i wasn't too surprised when she called me later in the day and
proceeded to just TELL ME what she wanted to talk to me about instead of waiting
'til the sit-down circumstance.
she basically told me that if i plan on inviting my aunts, uncle, and cousins
to the wedding, that she and my father wouldn't be coming because she'd be way
too uncomfortable with them being there.
i told her then she's not coming.
and i didn't feel bad at first. but then it started to sink further into me that
my own mother and my own fxcking FAMILYYYYYY can't seem to get over themselves
for ONE HAPPY MOMENT OF TIME in MY LIFE for a change. a wedding is supposed to be
a time where people can put aside their differences and celebrate the new life that
2 people that they are supposed to CARE ABOUT are going to share.
i told her that if it was about them helping with funds, then we didn't want their
money if it was going to determine who was and wasn't invited to our wedding. and
that if no one could get over themselves for a couple of hours, them fxck'em all..
..we'll just go elope and NO ONE will see us get married except US.. who actually
give a shxt.
i don't want to write anymore.
why can't people just stop for a minute & remember the BEAUTIFUL things?! the
things that are meant to matter?
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I can't let you be, cause your beauty won't allow me
wrapped in white sheets,
like an angel from a bedtime story
and shut out what they say,
cause your friends are fucked up anyway
and when they come around,
somehow they feel up and you feel down.
When we were kids, we hated things our parents did
we listened low to Casey Kasem's radio show
that's when friends were nice,
to think of them just makes you feel nice
the smell of grass in spring
and October leaves cover everything.
Have you forgotten how to love yourself?
I can't believe all the good things that you do for me
sat back in a chair like a princess from a faraway place
nobody's nice, when you're older your heart turns to ice
and shut out what they say;
they're too dumb to mean it anyway
When we were kids, we hated things our sisters did
backyard summer pools and Christmases were beautiful
and the sentiment of coloured mirrored ornaments
and the open drapes
look out on frozen farmhouse landscapes
Have you forgotten how to love yourself?
:// have you forgotten - red house painters