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Monday, February 19, 2007 |
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now playing| your call
artist| secondhand serenade
mood| -
"& this solitary moment makes me want to come back home"
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Listening to the song we used to sing
In the car, do you remember?
Butterflies, Early Summer
It's playing on repeat, Just like when we would meet
Speak with your tongue tied, i know you're tired
So tell me where you want to go.
To be away, or be with me
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i have it thrown back in my fucking face again.
you know i still treat you like a friend. why must it be that when everything's just fine and dandy, your words (however meaningless) still bleaks my situation thinner than it already is? i don't know if you really DO care, or you just want to seem like you do. sometimes things are better left unsaid, if you decide to share it at a halfpoint. i'm not good at foresight, and i was never able to discern well.
i don't know what guard to keep up, because it's wrong to keep your guard up when you expect someone to keep it down. i don't know HOW to keep it up. why should it be a battle, it was never meant to be one. why is it everything's lonliness with me?
i guess sometime i try too hard, but it always carries on and on? I was told to be bright eyed happiness and smiles for everyone - but sometimes i can't find anything to laugh at.
you know you made it worse today, alot worse.
6:34 PM
