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| friday friday friday friday night.
For directions, go here.
I hope to see every last one of you. | | |
| the night starts here.
The new Stars album is simply wonderful. Absolutely marvelous. | | |
| suddenly i see.
After years of torturing myself and trying to be everyone's best friend, I finally came to the realization that I cannot do it anymore. I cannot throw myself at the mercy of people that are only taking advantage of my generosity and good nature. I am quickly realizing that these so-called "friends" were never that--they were only a group of people that at first made me feel like I had belonged and then turned against me. And yet, I still struggled to win their affection, like the silly little girl that I am.
Well, it stops here. I am not some pathetic child that they can just walk all over. What I feel so dumb about, is that I at one point believed that these kids actually liked me. I know better now. Much better.
I am finding out who my real friends are at a rapid pace and it saddens me at how small the number actually is, but I would rather have a few close friends than a ridiculous amount of acquaintances. I know who the true ones are. The ones that are always there for me no matter what and are actually appreciative when I go out of my way to help and respected me for doing so. Because, really, that is all I ever wanted: appreciation and respect. These are both very important virtues that a certain group of people need to learn before they hit the REAL "real world." | | |
| there's not a lot to give when you're giving in.
With the weight of the world falling square on my shoulders, I don't even know how to handle things anymore. There is just too much going on to even know where to begin solving things. It is the most tiring job in the world and I do not even get paid. This is why I sleep so much and why I am always tired. I do not have enough energy to deal with all of these problems quickly, especially since about forty percent were pushed onto me. Having to try to mend my stuff is had enough without having to work on others' as well because they feel the need to involve me no matter how much I protest.
I just want NEED some peace. | | |
| "lost girls."
Girl, I know the hall looks dark
And the storm it seems so scary
Your face lit up on beats of lightning
You start, you start running
And your eyes are like screaming
And since there is no end and no beginning
You will run...
Girl, I know the woods look dark
And the trees they seem so deadly
The girls around you are so frightened
And you start, you start to panic
And the courage starts to vanish
And the world, it really is on fire
And it burns...
Vivian, your life is told through nineteen thousand pages
In a world too unreal to behold
Your innocence has faded
Faded all your blues to gray
Your skin has bruised through moving days
Glue is peeling back away
Curling, cracking, painted
Girl, you've been rolled up in colorful carpets
Your blood is rushing, look around you
You're froze, you're frozen quiet
And your eyes, they are widened
Room unfurnished, no light for nightfall
Just rugs for rolling you up
You know you can't get up
When you do, you swear you will run
You will run...
No one will ever save you
If no one can ever find you
Lost girls...
Girl, I know the hall looks dark and you're all alone... | | |
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