change

I don’t know what to write anymore. I get so many thoughts running around in my mind, I even structure them perfectly into paragraphs and sentences, but when I put my fingertips to the keys to transfer the thoughts to words I just can’t seem to do it.
Right now I don’t even know what I’m writing about. All I know is that I feel change, and I’m not sure how, or in what way things are going to change, but I can feel it. Maybe I’ll keep you posted.

a day well spent

I could forget your name
I could forget your face forever
I could forget about the smile you always faked
The one you thought I bought, but never
I could forget your lies
I could forget to hide for always
I could forget how desperately you tried
Flattery would get you nowhere
I could forget how you had tried to get the best of me
You'll never forget that you never got me!

YOU NEVER GOT ME!

Real nice to know that you care
To leave me soaking wet
I’m so surprised you would dare
You make me wanna forget (make me wanna forget)

I could forget your pride
I could forget your wandering eyes
I could forget about the way you made me feel
You talk to me so condescending
I could forget how you had tried to get the best of me
You'll never forget that you never got me!

YOU NEVER GOT ME!

Real nice to know that you care
To leave me soaking wet
I’m so surprised you would dare
You make me wanna forget


I love these lyrics, I think a lot of people can relate to these words in their own way.
I saw The Used today - My favourite band. It took me back a few years... The last time I saw them I was 15 years old, would have I imagined myself singing along to the same songs a few years later?
It was an amazing feeling, watching the first song I ever heard by them live - I've seen it twice and it can never get old. The song is Buried Myself Alive... There is so much power behind the music, eek it gave me shivers :)
Stealing O'neal were also there - amazing band and really happy guys - i've seen them a few times as well and they never are always amazing :)

Confession:

It's time to fess up. I have an insane fear of Caterpillars and anything related to them - Millipedes, Centipedes, etc. I hate them. I detest them and the thought of them makes me sick, so writing this post is kind of making me go ick. Millipedes have invaded my home, seriously... why? Every time I see anything crawly and long, I'm reduced to tantrums and tears, and I'm jumpy for the next hour or two. I don't even want to sleep in my room tonight because I found one on the wall, my mum had to rescue me. I hate them... Absolutely loathe them. I've put bug repellent all over my room, and even salt in the door way - okay maybe a bit far but you can never be too sure of these things. Okay, that is all.

brain spewing once again

Somewhere in the depths of mysteries and misfortune is me. I always wonder what could have been, what could be and what is. I come to conclusions and scrap them soon enough to make room for another conclusion that suits me better. I want to avoid the reality and keep faith in my stupid idea that defies reality. But here I am, going around in circles again.

That's what you get...

That's what I get for losing faith in everything - God, hope, faith itself. When in dispair, I'm alone. No one to pray to for guidance or help... Just lonely in desperation for a higher power to save me.