Waiting for a good day
Everything built up again and i just broke down on the way home from the mall. I can't help when it happens, i just let go when i can't take it anymore. It never comes at a good time. I hate not being able to explain myself. I wish i could have just said what it was rather than pretending again that every things ok and that it's just a bad day. That might have helped. I don't know if you'd see where I'm coming from and my point of view. We all take things for granted but i hate how one of the biggest things for me is the people that love me and will always be there for me. I need to appreciate my family more. I can't even think about what it would be like to be on my own.
Hopefully tomorrow will go better. It's Wednesday and it's hump day and it means that the week is almost over!
Last night I went through my old stuff. Pictures but mostly all the stuff I wrote. So funny to look back on 10th grade all the poems I wrote in English about everything but the assignment because there was only one thing on my mind and it seemed to come into everything. Jackie still reminds me about one of them to this day.
I love this song... it's on the cd pat gave me. It's an amazing cd. All acoustic. It was weird how i just looked through all my stuff and brought back so many memorizes and so many things i just want to forget. "All my thoughts written down on paper." I used to write so much. Just to clear my mind.
There was a time and place,
Where I never thought,
I'd leave my own hometown,
But those days finally,
Are dead and gone,
It was never my intention to stay there,
Oh no,
There was a conscious effort played by me,
To disown anything I see,
There was a girl I knew,
Way back when,
Who says she doesn't know me anymore,
These are the lies the things you never mention,
These are my past mistakes I'll stay away from,
These are my thoughts written down on paper,
It's my only savior,
From not saying what I want to say,
These are the thoughts that are on my mind,
Moments that haven't yet been defined,
And I don't know if you could ever understand,
These are the things I can't say when were alone.
There were countless hours on the telephone,
My ears were ringing from the dial tone,
There were flashing lights,
People staring,
There was nothing I could ever do,
These are the lies the things you never mention,
These are my past mistakes I'll stay away from,
This is the truth,
The only time you'll here it,
I write it down because it seems so hard to say it,
These are my thoughts written down on paper,
It's my only savior,
From not saying what I want to say,
There are my thoughts that are on my mind,
Moments that haven't yet been defined,
And I don't know if you could ever understand,
These are the things I can't say when we're alone.