Not a lot of people can say theyre happy... Whats your secret?

I live out my emotions. I get over it. You know how a kid can be pissed at you one second and then say you're their "bestest" friend ever the next? Yeah. It's like that. I mean I'm not Bipolar. I just... Move fast I guess. I don't ever wanna forget the past, but I sure as hell don't wanna live there. Iguess it'll all work out how it's supposed to in the end right? If it's supposed to happen it will. Just because it's not happening when you want doesn't mean it won't and if it doesn't it wasn't supposed to. You have to get over it. Just get over it. Be happy. Life is too short to be much else and besides... Why waste this moment? Why waste all of it? You'll never get another chance and you'll never make it out alive.

"What if all this is a dream and when you die... you wake up?"
"If this is a dream... I want to sleep for the rest of my life"

Free Me - Where's Your Head At?

Well, I guess that I forgot to think, to look before I blink 'cause now my mind is racin'. I have to face my fears quit shedding tears and take the blows to the face and STOP to think about what's really real and how I really feel. Should I just be a stereotype or fight the urge to fit in, be fake, be tight, and let the masses win. So do I put on my make-up and stuff past my A cup? What if this all was a dream and when we die we wake up?

© 2007


PAST COMMENTS
Sai Pavani मारतामबाढि
some deep shit mannn
March 26, 2007 at 6:19pm

To answer your question... it's a race.

Basically I am attracted to... a few different people.

I like to keep my options open. What I mean by that is I am afraid... Focusing on one person runs a risk that they may not like me, and I'll lose time I could have been focusing on someone who does. This situation has occurred many times. Not only does it suck... I feel like shit every time if happens. Now I can't exactly tell who likes me and who doesn't. Therefore I pretty much ask wassup with anyone I might be interested in. I make friends. I am very flirtatious. I know what I want. I know what I'm doing. I'm just afraid. If you wanna grow a plant you can't only plant one seed because if that seed doesn't make it you're fucked.

It pisses me off when people interfere with what I'm doing. You know what the fuck I'm doing and I don't need you to point it out. Just leave me the hell alone. Honestly I dunno what your problem is. Is it that I don't do it to you? Is it that I'm hogging attention? What? Just go the fuck away. Don't bug me when I'm chillin'.

This is how I do things. This is how I operate. Everyone knows this. It's not a secret. Get over it. It's my way of getting through this part of life. Whoever decides they wanna take a chance... whoever is the first one to speak up gets the gold. This is a race. I'm just cheering for everyone.


PAST COMMENTS
Mana Perry
you do know your last statement makes it so that "he" still has a chance in a way.
March 23, 2007 at 7:45am

Mike Beech
Reading this note is making me hungry...then again, what doesn't?Anyways, that's pretty open. Most people would just keeep their feelings to themselves. Good job.
March 23, 2007 at 8:07am

Aaron G
Yeah so I was tagged in this note......why
March 24, 2007 at 6:28pm

Diane Behnke
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March 25, 2007 at 4:43pm

Tell Me [Inspired by Jon J.D.]

Current mood: blah
Category: Writing and Poetry


Oh look at you my friend. Now tell me where it all went wrong.
You're trying way too hard to hide the melodie of your lifes final song.
The hidden track that no one has the patience left to wait to hear.
The screaming silence that you whisper in their ears.

And if the eyes are the windows to the soul then look into me.
Tell me, what do you see? Tell me, what could it be?
I see emptiness. Your eyes are frozen ice cold my dear.
Tell me, what happened here? Tell me, what do you fear?

The fire has burnt out
and I know not the man
I see before me.
He is not the man
you used to be.

Oh look at us again and tell me where we fell apart.
We're trying not to die out. They say "Loves the funeral of hearts",
but loves the slowest form of suicide and we can't hide our feelings.
We can't rely on breathing. Help me friend I need your healing.

And if my mind is an open book to read then lay me out please.
Tell me, what do you see? Tell me, what could it be?
Tales of hell on earth and heaven's burning, but we stay near.
Tell me, what happened here? Tell me, what do you fear?

The fire has burnt out
and I know not the man
I see before me.
He is not the man
you used to be.

It's in you within you I've seen it before.
Maybe baracaded locked inside.
I can't find what you're trying to hide.
Look through you right through you revert to the past.
It may be all that lasts it's all I have.
The present comes on far too fast.

And if my heart is an open wound well then watch me let it bleed.
Tell me, what do you see? Tell me, what could it be?
There's a note inside that says "You'll live for every last tear"
Tell me, what happened here? Tell me, what do you fear?

What happened is we've changed
Or could it be that we have stayed the same?

Or maybe there's just too much of our lives left to live
and we never thought we'd get this far so in the past we gave it all
and now we're here with nothing left to give.
We'll never make it 'cause we've built it up and now we're left to fall.

The fire has burnt out
and I know not the man
I see before me.
He is not the man
you used to be.
© 2007