You made me feel alright for once in my life.
I can't help but feel consumed by all that's around me. It's hard to swallow that fact that I had to change my number to get away from Tom and it seems that it's impossible to get away from Lindsey. She always there, lurking around in the dark cornors of myspace. She's sitting on her side of cyberspace, tormenting me with her fatal fallacies and hurtful one liners. Likewise is with Tom, I suppose. Instead of a mind, a cash register. Where there should be a heart, a bottom line.
What aggravates me the most is that I allow myself to be consumed in what I convince myself to believe is my world's biggest and most imminent problem. I keep telling myself that I'm bigger than that. I know there's more in store for my life than continuely fueding with two mindless and completely heartless idiots. But if I'm so convinced, why do I do it?
They say it isn't about winning... or that time heals all wounds. You know what I say? TIME WOUNDS ALL HEALS. What people like to brainwash you with is that naturally, you're going to go through pain in your life and with time, that pain will scar over and you'll be able to move on with your life. Sure. This is true if you move to a deserted island and remain completely secluded from the rest of the world for the remainder of your life. Doesn't that sound appetizing? The story that people hide from you is this: Your heart gets broken. You associate yourself with good friends, loud music, and cheap booze until you find someone slightly less volatile to consume your days with. Things are sunny for awhile until you slip back into that old mode again. He's an asshole and you say to yourself, "I should've looked more closely". Time wounds all heals. Just remember who told you so.
I watched the Number 23 last night with Mike, Angela, and Anthony. Pretty amazing. Loved it. Seriously. I plan on purchasing it before the week is out.
What aggravates me the most is that I allow myself to be consumed in what I convince myself to believe is my world's biggest and most imminent problem. I keep telling myself that I'm bigger than that. I know there's more in store for my life than continuely fueding with two mindless and completely heartless idiots. But if I'm so convinced, why do I do it?
They say it isn't about winning... or that time heals all wounds. You know what I say? TIME WOUNDS ALL HEALS. What people like to brainwash you with is that naturally, you're going to go through pain in your life and with time, that pain will scar over and you'll be able to move on with your life. Sure. This is true if you move to a deserted island and remain completely secluded from the rest of the world for the remainder of your life. Doesn't that sound appetizing? The story that people hide from you is this: Your heart gets broken. You associate yourself with good friends, loud music, and cheap booze until you find someone slightly less volatile to consume your days with. Things are sunny for awhile until you slip back into that old mode again. He's an asshole and you say to yourself, "I should've looked more closely". Time wounds all heals. Just remember who told you so.
I watched the Number 23 last night with Mike, Angela, and Anthony. Pretty amazing. Loved it. Seriously. I plan on purchasing it before the week is out.