Tuesday, December 15, 2009
But don’t forget who you really are. And I’m not talking about your so-called real name. All names are made up by someone else, even the one your parents gave you. You know who you really are. When you’re alone at night, looking up at the stars, or maybe lying in your bed in total darkness, you know that nameless person inside you…Your muscles will toughen. So will your heart and soul. That’s necessary for survival. But don’t lose touch with that person deep inside you, or else you won’t really have survived at all.
- Louis Sachar
Monday, December 14, 2009
It's always winter but never Christmas
It'd be so nice to look out the window
And see the leaves on the trees begin to show
The birds would congregate and things
A song of birth a song of newer things
The wind would calm and the sun would shine
I'd go outside and I'd squint my eyes
But for now I will simply just withdraw
Sit here and wish for this world to thaw
And see the leaves on the trees begin to show
The birds would congregate and things
A song of birth a song of newer things
The wind would calm and the sun would shine
I'd go outside and I'd squint my eyes
But for now I will simply just withdraw
Sit here and wish for this world to thaw
-Relient K
Saturday, December 12, 2009
I want someone to love me,
For who I am
I want someone to need me,
Is that so bad
I won't break out with madness,
but it's all I have
I want someone to love me,
For who I am
Nothing makes sense,
Nothing makes sense anymore
Nothing is right,
Nothing is right when you're gone
I'm losing my breath
I'm losing my right to be wrong
I'm frightened to death
I'm frightened that I won't be strong
For who I am
I want someone to need me,
Is that so bad
I won't break out with madness,
but it's all I have
I want someone to love me,
For who I am
Nothing makes sense,
Nothing makes sense anymore
Nothing is right,
Nothing is right when you're gone
I'm losing my breath
I'm losing my right to be wrong
I'm frightened to death
I'm frightened that I won't be strong
-nick jonas
Friday, December 11, 2009
When you try your best, but you don't succeed
When you get what you want, but not what you need
When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse
And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you
When high up above or down below
When you're too in love to let it go
But if you never try you'll never know
Just what you're worth
When you get what you want, but not what you need
When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse
And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you
When high up above or down below
When you're too in love to let it go
But if you never try you'll never know
Just what you're worth
-Coldplay
Thursday, December 10, 2009
She’s so sick of never being beautiful enough, never being stronger, or better. She’s sick of going home everyday and wishing she was someone else. For once she wants to look in the mirror and be happy for what she sees back. She’s so sick of everyone telling her ‘You can do so much better than that.’ Well, maybe she can’t. She’s sick of people bringing her down and telling her that she isn’t good enough. But I guess all she really wants is somebody to look her in her eyes and tell her, ‘I love you.’
i end up in the kitchen i end up in front of the refrigerator in front of the door i open quietly to be bathed in the light that would startle phantoms the light that makes me glow like a midnight visitation. and i stand there and i wonder what i am doing i wonder what i should do and i don’t know i don’t know what to do i don’t know whether to take to hold to stay to walk away and i think— that is it, that is everything and i sit on the kitchen tile and i stare into that light with all the plastic colors behind it all the cold that is not the real air. all the feelings are dead inside me and i want them to be alive.
-the realm of possibility
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Monday, December 7, 2009
I tell people that I stay awake until the early hours of the morning everyday because I have insomnia. The real reason I'm up so late is because I don't try to go to sleep. All of the thoughts that run through my head as I lay in bed in total silence are the reason that I keep my mind occupied until I cannot stay awake any longer. I can't stand to think about what is going on, and what has gone on in my life.
Everyone, at some point in their lives, wakes up in the middle of the night with the feeling that they are all alone in the world, and that nobody loves them now and that nobody will ever love them, and that they will never have a decent night’s sleep again and will spend their lives wandering blearily around a loveless landscape, hoping desperately that their circumstances will improve, but suspecting, in their heart of hearts, that they will remain unloved forever. The best thing to do in these circumstances is to wake somebody else up, so that they can feel this way, too.
— Lemony Snicket
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