A rock feels no pain. And an island never cries.
Wow, it's been like a DECADE AND A HALF. Holy noodles. I wonder, if noodles had holes in them...would they sound like a flute..? *ponders* Cowabunga dude! Uhm, gee, I'm rusty. "Before I leave, if you wouldn't mind, I would like to caress your rusty kettle." Heh. Ahh good stuff.
What do you do when you'd like to be friends with someone you hate, but they don't know you hate them, they think you've always been friends...or perhaps I'm just jumping to conclusions. I doubt it. I am really dreading Christmas now. I'm talking about my ex-bf. He's coming down for Christmas and I don't exactly want to see him, but I might as well at least say hi...out of politeness I guess. I don't know how I'm supposed to react. He thinks we're still best friends. I want to bury his lifeless corpse. He doesn't know I know what he knows secretly. I think that the only thing about him now that I know for sure is that he likes chocolate milk, music, cartoons, and lastly; lying. I think he lied to me about everything when we first met, lied to me about everything while we were dating, and is continuing to lie about everything to create the illusion that he's a good person. I just have to ask one thing. Why me? What am I supposed to do when he comes to my door? What would you do if a complete stranger came to your door? Would you let them in? Of course he doesn't know any of this, and thinks that I still believe everything he told me. So that'd be weird if I was just like "Can I help you?" and walk away shutting the door...not to mention losing any fraction of hope there may be to gain a real friendship out of this. Since he thinks we're still pretty close, he's going to probably expect a hug and a cry on the shoulder and a "It's been too long." But if a stranger came to your door, would this be appropriate? No, it'd be awkward. Part of a poem I am writing, has a few lines in it that go something like this,
"Part of me wants to greet you with a hug,
part of me wants to stand back, smile friendly and shake your hand,
part of me doesn't give a fuck,
part of me wants to bury your lifeless body in the sand."
I have to go for supper now so I'm going to leave you with some lyrics I wrote awhile ago. I put guitar to it to. It's about everything, and may explain a *little* more why I feel so cynical towards these "Series of Unfortunate Events" (I wanna see that!)
Forced to Lie
Please show me where to go
I need someone to follow
Will you guide me please?
I don’t know how to lead.
Please help me find the way
I need the words to say
Will you guide me please?
Where will I find peace?
Chorus:
I was told he loved me more than life
Someone please turn on the lights
I didn’t know we weren’t telling truths
As he forced me to lie
I was being used
You can’t love someone you don’t know
You don’t cry if a stranger dies
I was forced to lie
I was forced to lie
Someone take me back in time
I want to push rewind
Will you guide me please?
And say you’ll never leave (x2)
Chorus
Keep whistlin'
~Kaity
What do you do when you'd like to be friends with someone you hate, but they don't know you hate them, they think you've always been friends...or perhaps I'm just jumping to conclusions. I doubt it. I am really dreading Christmas now. I'm talking about my ex-bf. He's coming down for Christmas and I don't exactly want to see him, but I might as well at least say hi...out of politeness I guess. I don't know how I'm supposed to react. He thinks we're still best friends. I want to bury his lifeless corpse. He doesn't know I know what he knows secretly. I think that the only thing about him now that I know for sure is that he likes chocolate milk, music, cartoons, and lastly; lying. I think he lied to me about everything when we first met, lied to me about everything while we were dating, and is continuing to lie about everything to create the illusion that he's a good person. I just have to ask one thing. Why me? What am I supposed to do when he comes to my door? What would you do if a complete stranger came to your door? Would you let them in? Of course he doesn't know any of this, and thinks that I still believe everything he told me. So that'd be weird if I was just like "Can I help you?" and walk away shutting the door...not to mention losing any fraction of hope there may be to gain a real friendship out of this. Since he thinks we're still pretty close, he's going to probably expect a hug and a cry on the shoulder and a "It's been too long." But if a stranger came to your door, would this be appropriate? No, it'd be awkward. Part of a poem I am writing, has a few lines in it that go something like this,
"Part of me wants to greet you with a hug,
part of me wants to stand back, smile friendly and shake your hand,
part of me doesn't give a fuck,
part of me wants to bury your lifeless body in the sand."
I have to go for supper now so I'm going to leave you with some lyrics I wrote awhile ago. I put guitar to it to. It's about everything, and may explain a *little* more why I feel so cynical towards these "Series of Unfortunate Events" (I wanna see that!)
Forced to Lie
Please show me where to go
I need someone to follow
Will you guide me please?
I don’t know how to lead.
Please help me find the way
I need the words to say
Will you guide me please?
Where will I find peace?
Chorus:
I was told he loved me more than life
Someone please turn on the lights
I didn’t know we weren’t telling truths
As he forced me to lie
I was being used
You can’t love someone you don’t know
You don’t cry if a stranger dies
I was forced to lie
I was forced to lie
Someone take me back in time
I want to push rewind
Will you guide me please?
And say you’ll never leave (x2)
Chorus
Keep whistlin'
~Kaity