My life is extremely busy. That's what comes with being involved in so many things. So much to remember, so much to do... It all gets so tiring. So, so, so tiring. I'm not sure I remember what it was like when I went home after school and did nothing all day. I no longer have that luxury. I stay after school 3 out of the five days. On Friday night, I go volunteering at the pool. Saturdays are filled from 1:30pm til the night and Sunday, oh Sunday.....
It's okay. I'll be fine. I am fine. Grad year. Teehee.
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Our Plan.
Step 1. Stick it out.
Step 2. Get married or else sticking it out would have been a great waste of time.
Step 2. Get married or else sticking it out would have been a great waste of time.
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Sunday, January 22, 2012
She's a Cutter
For the person in agony
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That first night, blood dripped
It felt so free
The harm she's done
Why can't she see?
Outside, so beautiful
"Life's great, no lies"
But I can see, I can hear
the soul that cries
Stalks up to her room
the blade is in her hand
To stop seeing red
She cuts away, and it feels grand
Hugs herself in the night
But she won't let those eyes cry
"Tears are for the weak" she says...
"I'd rather die"
"Who the fuck gives a shit?
"I see no hands raised
"I wanna wreck myself inside
"And for these actions, I'm praised"
"No one else is getting hurt
"what I'm doing isn't wrong"
But if only she knew
that I was writing this song...
Because I love her so much
and can't watch scars being made
If I could take her place for her
I'd gladly make the trade
I just need her to know
Life isn't always about "staying strong"
And held to human flesh
is not where a knife belongs
So I'm screaming "Please...stop!"
But she just can't hear
To words like "I care" and "You're beautiful"
She's deaf in the ear
But how can I stand by
and watch this tragedy take place
Someone has to take action
before it's her death we all face
...Maybe what she deals with
I just can't understand
But in case she chooses to jump
I'll have a safe spot for her to land.
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That first night, blood dripped
It felt so free
The harm she's done
Why can't she see?
Outside, so beautiful
"Life's great, no lies"
But I can see, I can hear
the soul that cries
Stalks up to her room
the blade is in her hand
To stop seeing red
She cuts away, and it feels grand
Hugs herself in the night
But she won't let those eyes cry
"Tears are for the weak" she says...
"I'd rather die"
"Who the fuck gives a shit?
"I see no hands raised
"I wanna wreck myself inside
"And for these actions, I'm praised"
"No one else is getting hurt
"what I'm doing isn't wrong"
But if only she knew
that I was writing this song...
Because I love her so much
and can't watch scars being made
If I could take her place for her
I'd gladly make the trade
I just need her to know
Life isn't always about "staying strong"
And held to human flesh
is not where a knife belongs
So I'm screaming "Please...stop!"
But she just can't hear
To words like "I care" and "You're beautiful"
She's deaf in the ear
But how can I stand by
and watch this tragedy take place
Someone has to take action
before it's her death we all face
...Maybe what she deals with
I just can't understand
But in case she chooses to jump
I'll have a safe spot for her to land.
Saturday, January 21, 2012
I'm In Love
So I got to thinking about life and all that... and I've realized that I love a lot of people. But knowing that I love them and having them know that I love them isn't enough.
I have to do something about it. I have to act.
What am I gonna do when one of them rushes to me for help? What am I gonna say when they desperately need some advice?
I've realized a pattern in my ways. I never tell them the answer.
Because I don't have the answer.
Who the hell am I to know what's right and wrong for someone else? I can only answer that for myself.
My pattern is that...I always ask them what they want to do...how they feel...what feels right for them...what will make them happy?
Because I learned awhile ago...Love isn't ever about yourself. It's not about how THEY make YOU feel...It's all about how you want them to feel. What you're willing to sacrifice for them to make them happy, for their sake and not for your own gratification.
That's why the crucifixion is such a perfect demonstration of what love is. That's why it's caused so much craziness...
The prime example of complete and unadulterated love. Laying down your life for someone else'.
I'm in love. And I'd hope that if the opportunity ever presented itself that I should be able to give up my own for those I love... I'd take it.
I have to do something about it. I have to act.
What am I gonna do when one of them rushes to me for help? What am I gonna say when they desperately need some advice?
I've realized a pattern in my ways. I never tell them the answer.
Because I don't have the answer.
Who the hell am I to know what's right and wrong for someone else? I can only answer that for myself.
My pattern is that...I always ask them what they want to do...how they feel...what feels right for them...what will make them happy?
Because I learned awhile ago...Love isn't ever about yourself. It's not about how THEY make YOU feel...It's all about how you want them to feel. What you're willing to sacrifice for them to make them happy, for their sake and not for your own gratification.
That's why the crucifixion is such a perfect demonstration of what love is. That's why it's caused so much craziness...
The prime example of complete and unadulterated love. Laying down your life for someone else'.
I'm in love. And I'd hope that if the opportunity ever presented itself that I should be able to give up my own for those I love... I'd take it.
Saturday, January 14, 2012
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