It’s A Dance. It’s A Game.
If I tell you that you’re pretty, I’ve already said too much in most cases.
"And don’t tell anyone I said hi, because I didn’t."
— Me - Before shutting door behind self
Please Hold While We Try To Connect You.
- Co-Worker: I have a date with success tonight.
- Me: I married success.
- Co-Worker: Oh, how is that working out?
- Me: It's a bitch.
There Is Hell To Pay, And I Have Just Enough.
I want to be in a Punk Rock band with my brother, http://tumblr.afletcher.net/. What a fun, just-for-the-hell-of-it idea.
You’re Not What You Claim.
I like you, but I don’t like you.
by *et141311
Five years short brought tears for one,
Steady in the Summer but lost what I won.
Turn and can’t find her dark hair in shadows,
I’m sick of it, we’re sick of it, she cried.
Cant remember the boys name
But I know for a second I died.
I’ve walked it seven, eight times,
Some places you just peg,
Only when the sun settles in the West,
Hearing them every one would beg.
Change is constant it keeps us moving,
You’ll learn when you forget you’re losing.
It’s Simple, I’ve Grown.
You know, I talk about my ex less, or express her in different frame of mind and tone. It’s been quite a long time now anyway. Plus, I feel bigger than her in about every way.
But, obviously she still has something of an impression on me if I’m even writing about this…
I’m an idiot, but If she wanted to have a drink one day, I’d say okay, whether I’m single or not. It’s inevitiable. I’ve had dreams about it.
Ledge.
“You’re like a drug I take,
I hate, I hate.”
Simple lyrics to a chorus of a song I’m writing… Or at least, it’s possible. Things sometimes change. Writing lyrics to my own music is new to me. Still figuring it out.
Writing On My Mind, To Strings, To Paper.
I’ve been writing music lately… I don’t know if it’s any good yet. But It’s certainly coming easier. Now I need someone to sing what I write, because I’m not gifted in such a way…
My goal is to play out one day again, and to do it a million times better than before. I’m capable, however, I need the right people with me.
Roughly So Soft.
I’m too many things at once…
Happy and not happy at the same time is more dangerous than just not happy.
Center Stage.
I am completely smitten… I wanna redo!
Challenges Faced And Knocked Down.
I feel new… Stress has also lessened.
I’m fully moved into my house now. I only want to keep getting better in so many ways… I’m doing what I set out to do.
It’s A Shame.
Even the nicest girls I know are kinda a bitch… Come on girls, you can do better.
I try not to be bitter, but it’s hard not to be from time to time.
Alright back to my PBR and book.
