something to write about maybe
i see that no one has been writing much… i haven’t had any occasion to write reccently, but i thought i’d say something to fill in the electronic silence….but seeiong as i forgot what i was going to write, this is just a random ice breaker…..
what is life? how do you define it? something that is living? breathing? if that is the case then there are many humans who are not alive, yet they are breathing and walikng and talking
go LIVE people.
PMDD: the answer to my depression struggles?
perhaps. i randomly noticed a pattern in my depression…. once a month. then i start my period and things get better again… then a few weeks down the road i feel as if somebody closed a door on me and left me cahined in the dark with an unseen menace, then i have my period again. of course PMDD can’t be the only thing because i can recall times in my life when its ot just my period affecting me, i have had some horrible shit happen to me… besides what is depression but a hormonal imbalance, and PMDD is also a hormonal imbalance…
don’t wanna be the girl who laughs the loudest
Or the girl who never wants to be alone
I don’t wanna be that call at four o’clock in the morning
‘Cause I’m the only one you know in the world that won’t be home
Aahh, the sun is blinding
I stayed up again
Oohh, I am finding
That’s not the way I want my story to end
[Sober Lyrics On http://www.elyricsworld.com/ ]
I’m safe
Up high
Nothing can touch me
But why do I feel this party’s over?
No pain
Inside
You’re my protection
But how do I feel this good sober?
I don’t wanna be the girl who has to fill the silence…
The quiet scares me ’cause it screams the truth
Please don’t tell me that we had that conversation
When I won’t remember, save your breath, ’cause what’s the use?
Aahh, the night is calling
And it whispers to me softly, “come and play”
Aahh, I am falling
And if I let myself go, I’m the only one to blame
I’m safe
Up high
Nothing can touch me
But why do I feel this party’s over?
No pain
Inside
You’re like perfection
But how do I feel this good sober?
I’m comin’ down
Comin’ down
Comin’ down
Spinnin’ round
Spinnin’ round
Spinnin’ round
Looking for myself.. Sober
Comin’ down
Comin’ down
Comin’ down
Spinnin’ round
Spinnin’ round
Spinnin’ round
Looking for myself.. Sober
When it’s good, then it’s good, it’s so good, ’till it goes bad
Till you’re trying to find the you that you once had
I have heard myself cry
Never again
Broken down in agony
And just trying to find a friend
I’m safe
Up high
Nothing can touch me
But why do I feel this party’s over?
No pain
Inside
You’re like perfection
But how do I feel this good sober?
I’m safe
Up high
Nothing can touch me
But why do I feel this party’s over?
No pain
Inside
You’re like perfection
But how do I feel this good sober?
How do I feel this good sober?
-Pink
love this song
boredom is not a fun friend
i’m at my dad’s once again….. man almost a year ago i was ponderring on how it was great that i’d never have to be back here, but whatever. with me mum moving to arizona i kinda had no choice, well my boyfriend’s family invited me to stay unitl i had to leave because they know i don’t like it here, but its not too bad this time, i’m mostly going to be alone this week. and i have a car so i can hang out at the mall or something… i don’t have any money, but no matter, i can at least have fun checking out boys. my greatest comfort is a dog named coco… he’s freaking huge. he can look me in the eye on all fours… he’s a great dane. so when i mean greatest comfort i’m actually talking about size and not how much comfort is given.
