Happy National Pretzel Day!!

Sometimes I just want you to read what i write

{{....even if you don't get it}}

Keeping caution out of the wind was never good enough when no matter how careful you are you're gonna end up hurt. What did I do wrong? Can't you see the truth in my eyes instead of guessing what's behind them. Talking never hurt anyone but biting your tongue only hurt you.

I don't know what I can believe. I can't even trust your silence. Your helping hand has a layer of thorns.

Lies never looked so good but it's not quite a lie if you never mention it right? A lost failure is all i feel like. Can you prove me wrong? Take back all the hate, tell me I'm perfect not because you have to or will you show me all the things you wish i was.

I can't change for you because every time I do you change your mind and I'm right back where we started.... Not good enough.

I miss the time when nothing mattered except finishing my snack but even then I made a mess. At least that was considered fixable.

Have i dug this hole too deep? Did I keep burning the ashes until there were none left to rebuild?
Your 'I miss you's" never had sincerity. Your "I wish you were here's" never made the final draft. They never made the cut. Never saw the postcard. But it was still addressed hoping I wouldn't notice. Although, it wouldn't surprise me if you didn't care.

Every stepping stone you ever gave me was made of snow and i fell straight through.

Maybe my wishes don't come true because I say them out loud. I won't hold my breath for you. You'll never come around. I've lost all interest and concentration. This is it.
Prove me wrong.......

I didn't think so.


{{i didn't try to hard, this all just came to my head. mostly metaphors..... it doesn't mean what you think I'm sure.... this is in no form just continuous writing... have fun... i want peanut butter cookies.... soft ones }}

i think your playing tricks on my eyes

if someone can do something like this with hardly any effort then whos to say that other people cant make you think anything in the world they can imagine.
if you can play tricks on my eyes with just one little thing out of place then what can they do to trick what im thinking... people have so much power over others, it doesnt make sense to me but i guess what i just wrote didnt make sense to you either

sometimes i feel like i live in a song

Two more weeks
My foot is in the door
I cant sleep in the wake of saturday
Saturday
where these open doors are open ended
Saturday
where these open doors are open ended

i read about the after life but i never really lived
more then an hour

SONG CHANGE
tonight the headphones will deliver you the words that i cant say
tonight is all about i miss you

when the energizer bunny stops

this will still be going...
i just thought this was cool
dont you wish you had a drummer?
i do
not i wish i did i mean i really do
♥

Honey, whats for dinner???

MEATLOAF!!!
love this show live it is an amazing experience if you have never done it you should

not every day

but i wouldnt mind living here either.
lot of inspiration could come from here
lets take a trip
meet me at the mausoleum
we'll take a look around
maybe it'll give us a new perspective on life
but more likely on death
and when we are done
we'll sit for a while
and talk about what we want to do before we die
rather then just getting up and doing it
wasting away what could be amazing
looking back thinking that nothing couldve been more perfect
then sitting with you talking about what we've never done

(i dotn know i was just puting my fingers to the keys this is what came of it... i get it and to me thats all that matters... interpret it yourself, tell me what you think)

this is simply amazing

the color the lights... LOVE
i seriously want to live here
i want to write here
i want to spend eternity with you here
lets run away together

So I'm in a blogging mood tonight

i dont know whats wrong with this, but dont tell me it doesnt make you laugh

When I grow up i wanna be a stick man

dont tell me this isnt amazing.. who ever made this i want them to make me, only i dont but how cool would that be

BAHAHAHAHAHA

ive seen this before but it still kills me

dance dance dance all night

i want them to teach me to dance like that....

Oh How I'm Obsessed With Thee

that is all

be your own favorite writer and your own worst critic

i want all the teenagers to write a book, make it real, make if fiction, make it you, i want to know how all of you are feeling, what all of you think, im sick of reading what a bunch of old guys say you think, times have changed, kids think of different stuff... tell me

paint it in

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how do you know when its more then love and youve fallen in love?

And if you would like

we could play in the rain and jump in the puddles, hoping the lightning doesnt get us

Trapped in hoplessness

Do you ever feel like you are trapped in a cage, and everyone is watching you but there is nothing you can do to impress them and even if you could there is no room to even try but maybe if there was they would stop paying attention.

But not knowing means so much more

Sometimes even though it would ruin the ending,
i just want to skip to the last page

thinking it's a dog

yes this is my cat, yes she fetches. she brings her lion to me and she will fetch all day if i let her.

Pushed Aside

This is so sweet... unless you are always the spaghetti....

Butterflies?

I can't understand why they say it feels like butterflies in your tummy.. it's much more intense then that..it feels more like a break dancer that doesnt know how to stop. and they are wearing shoes, so it hurts a little too.

And when you are away

I'm like a walking postcard...wish you were here

glowing

when i get a guitar its gonna look like this... and when i play it the strings will look like lightning

grrr

i wish i could put all the pieces in my head together, so the would all come out as one and actually make sense and not be a jigsaw that even i cant solve. then i could tell you just how i feel

but it seems like i never will get the nerve or confidence.

not really lovers

well i dont have a picture cause i couldnt find a good one. but you know those big car haulers that carry about 6 cars? to me it looks like the cars are in love when they are facing each other, they must be kissing... but they will never see each other again

(if you have a good picture of if please share)

as life lets me

I'm only obsessed with your obsessions
My room is covered with my own pictures
not vanity. thats just how much i love you.

(i know most of you dont understand what i mean..... if you dont just ask ill be happy to explain)

read the book and you'll get it

do you ever feel like an invisible monster. i think when it gets to this point invisible is relative, you feel invisible because no one cares but everyone notices everyone looks. so the invisibility is only internal they see you only skin deep... save yourself from what you created only you can fix it, dont let you get away.

i know you dont get it.. your not in my head

close your eyes
I'll meet you on the street

a toilet that pee's back

i find this so funny... im not sure why but i do... i wonder if you can drink it

is it really such a wonderful life??

did you know that Bert and Ernie were named after "Bert the cop" and "Ernie the taxi driver" in Frank Capra's It's a Wonderful Life?
does that violate some kind of copyright?

Stuck in a decade where i never existed...

you cant tell me that these aren't awesome chairs/couches. that is my cat... she fetches... ill put a video up

does society create paranoia?

so who actually reads these? i really want to know.. what is it that I'm not allowed to post in my own journal? its bad enough people try to control what you think from the press and tv and everything.. now they try to control what i write? whats going to happen if i dont listen? will they kick me off? are they watching me?