L o s t: July 2009

Sunday, July 26, 2009

"No matter what i do. I always forget to forget you."

Dont call your mum
Her babys gone

Youre in disgrace

In your black dress

Dry your tears
Get on your feet
Take your stuff
Brush your hair

Bottom line

Boys are not fair

song: F*ck Nicole (By The Teenagers

Pictures:One from Flickr and one from thedrifterandthegypsy

Friday, July 17, 2009

I remember the first time we danced.

Was there once a day that you lived that you were lost, seeking to only be found?

For today I was lost, as I was yesterday. Lost and Lonely

I am sad and I want the loneliness to depart

Yet when the loneliness leaves

Won’t I be even lonelier?

For the only thing that cared to bother me was the lonely ghost,

Which has now gone away.

Yes it has gone away leaving me completely lost.

image: rose-coloured-rain.blogspot.com/

Firetruck (hmmm for shamey?)

I woke up and my eyes still burned from the night before and they were swollen to the point of being partially shut. I looked like I had black eyes without the black and blue colouring which implies “bad ass” (well that or ‘victim of domestic adbuse). Just swollen puffy orbs hugging my eyeballs. I tried to slick on mascara to look less herendous, but it simply magnified my swollen eyelids. I want everything to be okay, not for myself but for my best friend who I love so much and am helpless to help. I can’t make everthing okay. I can’t.
I don’t know what you do when you care about someone who shuts you out. I don’t know how to feel like a good friend when there is nothing I can do to make anything (not everything) better.
She nicknamed me Firetruck because I can’t stop myself from crying sometimes. At the drop of a hat I lose my compusure and let out ugly swollen sobs, mixed with laughter at my own inability to keep the water in.
I tell her I love her.-from a random blog that i just cant remember