I would die for you
Ive been dying just to feel you by my side
to know that youre mine
I would cry for you
I will wash away your pain with all my tears
Im drowning on fear
I will pray for you,
I will sell my soul for something pure and true
someone like you
See your face every place that I walk in
Hear your voice every time that Im talkin
You will believe in me
and I will never be ignored
I will burn for you
Feel pain for you
I will twist the knife and bleed my aching heart
and tear it apart
I will lie for you
Beg and steal for you
I will crawl on hands and knees
until you see
youre just like me
Violate all the love that Im missin
Throw away all the pain that Im livin
You will believe in me
and I can never be ignored
I would die for you
I would kill for you
I will steal for you
Id do time for you
I will wait for you
Id make room for you
Id sink ships for you,
Take the cross for you
Make me a part of you
Because I believe in you
I believe in you
I would die for you
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
I don't want to believe that all of the above is true.
Current Music:Radiohead - Electioneering
There are things I don't like saying in a private forum simply because writing to a specific audience who I pick and choose from feels too much like pandering my emotions. There is more freedom in writing to whomever might come pass. Definitely the anonymity is crowds thing going on. I avoid so many topics in Livejournal because there are so few people who I know on there, meaning that everything I write I tailor for this group. PitsIncluded was probably me at my most sincere, when I would write any and everything regardless of who might see it because when there are more than three thousand page views a day, it becomes ridiculous to care what anyone thinks at all. Sure, in the end, it was all screwed up because of a leak of information, me feeling too comfortable. I miss those days though, where it seemed like I was almost too understood. I had people from school who I didn't even know being all empathic with me. I liked it. I don't regret shutting it down, there are very few things I regret in my life, but I do regret destroying so much of my past.
I become so emotional like this when I clean my room. It must be a mix of procrastination and concurrent emotional cleansing.
sooo, for the regular update on life in a form that I have to do once I've been away for a while:
-Lost my V-card, cybergeeks across the nation cried
-started massage school.
-cut more
-back on anti-depressants
-started taking birth control pills
-quite anti-depressants again
-. . . That might be it
damn, my life is boring.
There are things I don't like saying in a private forum simply because writing to a specific audience who I pick and choose from feels too much like pandering my emotions. There is more freedom in writing to whomever might come pass. Definitely the anonymity is crowds thing going on. I avoid so many topics in Livejournal because there are so few people who I know on there, meaning that everything I write I tailor for this group. PitsIncluded was probably me at my most sincere, when I would write any and everything regardless of who might see it because when there are more than three thousand page views a day, it becomes ridiculous to care what anyone thinks at all. Sure, in the end, it was all screwed up because of a leak of information, me feeling too comfortable. I miss those days though, where it seemed like I was almost too understood. I had people from school who I didn't even know being all empathic with me. I liked it. I don't regret shutting it down, there are very few things I regret in my life, but I do regret destroying so much of my past.
I become so emotional like this when I clean my room. It must be a mix of procrastination and concurrent emotional cleansing.
sooo, for the regular update on life in a form that I have to do once I've been away for a while:
-Lost my V-card, cybergeeks across the nation cried
-started massage school.
-cut more
-back on anti-depressants
-started taking birth control pills
-quite anti-depressants again
-. . . That might be it
damn, my life is boring.