Distance.

If.

If I left you would you promise, would you swear to keep me honest?

I've seen your ways.

As I sit at this table,
You run through my head.
I just want you to listen
And hear things I have said.
I know it ain't much,
But it comes from my heart.
So, if you hear what I’m saying,
Why are you tearing me apart?

You can breathe,
Won't you just make a sound,
I’ve been searching for answers that are nowhere around.
You can breathe,
And make a sound for me.

There's a story to tell,
And I’ll help you to sing it.
You were searching for help,
I was right here believing.
Your time hasn't come to its end yet.
No, your time hasn't come to its end yet.

I see his face through your eyes.
It took light from my sky,
Cause you were selfish and impaired
And didn't know that I was there.
But I see the way you kissed his lips,
You hair moved with his fingertips.
You help him close and closed your eyes.
I wonder now how many times.

You can breathe,
Won't you just make a sound,
I’ve been searching for answers that are nowhere around.
You can breathe,
And make a sound for me.

There's a story to tell,
And I’ll help you to sing it.
You were searching for help,
I was right here believing.
Your time hasn't come to its end yet.
No, your time hasn't come to its end yet.

This time it isn’t the same,
and I wont take the blame.
I’m so tired of believing,
Your lies are deceiving.
These tears have stopped falling,
And I have stopped calling your name.

There’s a story to tell,
And I wont help you sing it.
You’ll be searching for help
Because i've stopped believing.
Your time has now come to its end, yeah.
Yeah, your time has now come to its end.

As relationships faulter to a close, time must go on and people must move on to bigger and better things. It hurts and it stings, but there's no point in holding on and hurting for longer than necessary. Somethings just aren't meant to be, even when it feels wrong to let go.

Missing.

I miss the feeling of being loved, cared about, and wanted. I'm tired of just having the cute conversations. Being the girl to run back to in between relationships. Being the girl to text for a self-esteem boost. Will it ever be my turn? Will I ever be good enough?

Love.

I have a new love for abstract art.

MC Hammer.

No one can touch my mood. I'm stoked about life at the moment, though I know it won't last. Here's the good and bad:

So lately, I've realized a lot of things are changing, growing, merging, dying. Everyday I appreciate my JWU friends more and more, even the ones I couldn't stand at first. Charlotte's home for me these days, and now I know why. With friends back home, things aren't as great. Getting twisted up in the truth and drama of relationships, distance, and everything else apparently becomes unbearable, but what's new there? Nothing. 

I have a legit crush that may not be as legit as it should be. Yet, for once I'm okay with not necessarily being liked back, because the way I smile is different when I'm around said crush. Cuddling can win my heart. Not literally, I mean, I don't fall in love with a guy because we cuddle, but you know what I mean. 

JJ and I went thrifting today and I bought a Pat Benatar record and a superheroes plate. Great, I know. :) 

Oh! I was at the bank yesterday, and this old guy behind me asked me if I was twittering when I was texting. Humorous, I thought. 

I want to start waking up next to someone I care about, my days will be better.

I'm about to go stare at myself in the mirror as JJ dyes my hair. Woo!