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18 janvier What Happened to Us?What Happened To Us? - Hoobastank I thought it was too good to be true I found somebody who understands me Someone who would help me to get through And fill the emptiness I had inside me But you kept inside and I just denied some things that we should have both said I knew it was too good to be true 'Cause I'm the only one who understands me...What happened to us? We used to be so perfect, now we're lost and lonely What happened to us? And deep inside I wonder, Did I lose my only? Remember they thought we were too youngTo really know what it takes to make it But we had survived off what we had done And we could show them all that they're mistaken But who could have known, the lies that would grow, until we could see right through them Remember they knew we were too young We still don't know what it takes to make it. We could have made it work, we could have found a way We should have done our best to see another day But we kept it all inside Until it was too late and now we're all alone, the consequence we pay for throwing it all away, for throwing it all away... This song strikes a chord deep in my heart. I had such a wonderful relationship with Ashley, and since the breakup, we've seemed to have drifted apart. Now that we've decided to try to work things out, it seems like I'm back to the same game - all over again. I don't want to have to fight for her attention. She accused me of not giving her attention, which is ironic. Anytime I can talk to her, she's a high priority. I make sacrifices that she would never even think of making. I've decided that from now on, I don't need anyone to validate me as a person. Fuck relationships. The day that I find myself happy in one, seems to be a day that will never come. If she really loves me, she'll come to realize that there is something wrong with the way she treats me. If not, then she's lost me again. I don't need someone to play the "I love him, I love him not" game. She needs to make up her mind. I'm tired of games, tired of being played like a cheap guitar. Take me or leave me. 10 décembre Poetry Flowing From My HeartWalking alone in this cold world, Being knocked around, Kicked while I’m down. Dropped and forgotten.
At times I’ve lost my faith, But somehow my eyes always end up on your face. You picked me up and dusted me off, Tending to my wounds, Healing my pain.
Believing in you isn’t always easy, Trusting you blindly in faith. I don’t know where I’m going in life, The only easy choice I have is to trust you with all my heart.
The only thing I want is to be in your presence Resting under your wings where no harm can come. Please, save me from this harsh reality, Pick me up and carry me. 6 décembre A Giant White BeastThis post has been cross-posted from my other blog: Snow
has finally gotten to the point where it is impossible to pretend it
isn’t there anymore. Twenty minutes prior to writing this post, I was
sitting at a University of Utah Campus Shuttle stop, as the wind was
blowing snow directly into my face, while I was watching for the bus to
come. In addition to that, my cotton hoodie had decided to go the way
of a sponge, soaking up all the snow it could, before being permeated
with the frozen water. In case you’re wondering the extent of the snow,
I have some pictures on my Flickr, In addition to the snowfall, this week is seeming to be what Alison calls “The week from hell that never ended.” Finals are coming up, so this week has either been spent starting/continuing/finishing projects, or studying for finals. I’ve gotten off fairly easy, with only two formal finals. Most of the other finals have been projects or papers. I appreciate everyone’s prayers, and I hope my hard work will pay off. Don’t forget to check out my pictures: Flickr |
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