Jul 13, 2015
tbh half of me feels like passing out and sleeping my exhaustion away, and the other half just wants to never sleep and binge-watch some animu.
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tbh half of me feels like passing out and sleeping my exhaustion away, and the other half just wants to never sleep and binge-watch some animu.
But since Donnie Darko is not on Netflix, I'll have to settle for Alice In Wonderland or some other Disney movie.
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I'm awake because I'm excited But I really need sleep so I can wake up for Brian! :DDD I hate being over excited to the point I can't sleep!
#Corny, half inspired... poem (?)
Well, i'll be fucked! I made it all up in my mind. Light whispers of meaningless words, its what held me close. Holding me tight to the sheer veil of hope. Something so thin. I thought maybe the layers showed less complexities. But I was wrong. It just showed shallowness. Instead I take things literally, I try to see beyond the obvious. There was no hope for us, was there? Of course not, because through all the progress we had, you'd be here. But you aren't. The freedom of feeling like just friends is because we really are JUST friends. I feel like a fool. I'm not mad at you, I just can't believe that yet again, my walls crumpled on its own for you. And all you did was look at me. I don't know what to say. I'm losing inspiration. I've poured my heart to you countless times. On many countlessly silent occasions. Maybe I should've spoken earlier. Maybe its a good thing I haven't. I hear music, but no melody. Your eyes hold me custody. Now i'm sounding like a blabbering fool. All resolves crumpled to your actions, so cruel. Hold my hand one last time, hold me in comfort, while you tell me no more lies. How am I who I am to you? I had a dream last night we were in a reality show. I became not like my self, I said something stink about a girl. Then you held your hand out in an accusing matter. You yelled at me for being fake, that maybe I should leave for my sake. But all I really wanted was retuned love, Love that you gave to that girl instead. How pathetic! My dream was warning me and now i'm apologetic. To my heart, to my mind, i've got a big hill to climb. I need out of this whole, and come out as only Nicole.