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Saturday, 14 August 2010

  • ry=400  Its hard growing up, one minute your on top of the world and the next you lose your job, theres no money in the bank, and your wondering where are you going to live?...you realize making little sacrifices aren't enough...and it feels like the whole world is just crashing down in front of you. All your looking for is that one thing, that hope somewhere that maybe everything will work out.

    What happen to all of those dreams? What happen to finishing college in four years? What happen? Its things like this that make us wonder if we should still be here

Friday, 21 May 2010

  • And my words mumble out as if they were never heard

    His words harsh, his heart cold

    We seem so distant now, the love is disappearing

    We are losing each other… lost in our own worlds, we forget to see the others

    Tears roll down my cheek, I am afriad of what is happening.

    How could we have become so different in such little time?

    Love

Friday, 14 May 2010

  •            There are a million things I want to say, with all the million games you play.

    When I was younger I was told time would heal....well time must not be working.

    As each day passes I still think about him, wonder how he is...wonder the what if's.

    Him: I woke up this morning and all I could think about were those big blue eyes and how I wished they were here.

    I realized that sometimes it’s best just to forget everything about him, because the one thing you remember is the one thing you'll hold on to forever.

    And yes I still have your stuff hidden away in my closet... I never had the heart to throw it out.

    Sometimes I want him to just ask me but as soon as I feel it coming I will do anything to avoid the question.

    I'm scared of living my life... without him in it.

    Just the thought of being close to someone other than him scares me, but it’s happening.

    We are living separate lives now, so separate it would be impossible to even imagine us together again.

    A part of me is still holding on, I think that part will always hold on.

    Photo by Dave Skinner

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  • I last posted in 2008. First post was in 2005. Now being 2010 seems pretty silly to start again. A lot has changed, but this gives me a lot of material and thoughts to bring up.  A little older but still have the same urge to put my thoughts somewhere.

Tuesday, 19 August 2008

  •   Here's some more, thanks for the comments. :]

     

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    Sometimes I miss you so much I can hardly stand it.

    I cannot say what loves have come and gone,
    I only know that summer sang in me
    A little while, that in me sings no more.
    What Lips My Lips Have Kissed, and Where, and Why

    Sometimes it makes me sad though-- Andy being gone. I have to remind myself that some birds aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up does rejoice. But still, the place you live in is that much more gray and empty that they're gone. I guess I just miss my friend.
    -The Shawshank Redemption

    One man's life touches so many others, when he's not there it leaves an awfully big hole.
    -It's a wonderful life

    Promise me, Pooh, that you won't forget me ever, because if I thought you would, I wouldn't leave.
    -Winnie the Pooh

    To go away is to die a little, it is
    to die to that which one loves:
    everywhere and always, one
    leaves behind a part of oneself.
    'Rondel de l'Adieu

    Absence, with all its pains, is, by this charming moment, wiped away.-James Thompson

    Nothing makes the earth seem so spacious as to have friends at a distance: they make the latitudes and longitudes.
    Letter to Mrs. E. Castleton (22 May 1843)

    George: We lead our lives, and when they end, sometimes we leave a little of ourselves behind. Sometimes we leave money, a painting, sometimes we leave a kind word. And sometimes, we leave an empty space. -dead like me

    I wish you could invent some means to make me at all happy without you. Every hour I am more and more concentrated in you; every thing else tastes like chaff in my mouth.
    letter to Fanny Brawne, 1820-John Keats


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