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you're not privy to what's on my mind. [09 Jul 2002|03:45am] this journal has gone to "friends only". i'm sick of certain people reading stuff that i don't particularly want them reading, so..voila! i've left all the songs that i've posted, over the years, up here though. i thought i should give you snoops something to look at. if you want more, be a friend. [click on 'friend'] [ 17 toilet mouths - fuck off! ]

sooooooo impossible [06 Jul 2002|04:58am] so she says "everyone's going to the party, won't you come if i come with a friend for your friend? i'd be so pleased to see you out of the classroom wearing the smile that i'll bring you. i was hoping to learn a few things like.. do you do you like dishing the dirt on the whole class and talking the big smack and playing the fool and wearing all of the latest fashions or bucking the new trends wearing your old threads. if you like coffee in the evening. these are a few things that i'd like to know that i'd like to know" so i said... "i've been scheduled to work but i'll call in and my friend isn't busy [s]he'd be happy to join me and maybe my friend and your friend will hit it off or maybe we will?" i'm dying to know do you do you like dreaming of things so impossible or only the practical or ever the wild or waiting through all your bad bad days just to end them with someone you care about and do you like making out and long drives and brown green eyes and guys girls that just don't quite fit in yeah do you like them so yes, i'll see you there. [ 2 toilet mouths - fuck off! ]

[30 May 2002|04:35am] [ mood | nostalgic ] [ music | "anyone, anyone" - dashboard confessional ] i'm not sure of anyone, anyone. but i've got plans. i'm not asking for everything, but sure, i could use a hand. get a little anxious sometimes you'll be gone and i'll be left behind get a little nervous sometimes it'll be my queue and i'll forget my lines get a little lost look, as i'm staring from the corner of my eye. never really mastered disinterest. i can't see how the way that you leave me only makes us close i must be out of touch. i won't ask you to give up on the things that seem to keep you gone but i could be gone too. feel a little sorry sometimes, you're not here when i am writing feels a little awkward sometimes, you won't talk but we're not fighting you hold on to your secrets, and i'm not privy to whats on your mind but i cannot help but feel tired, so tired, so tired [ fuck off! ]

for krissy [20 Apr 2002|02:58am] [ mood | contemplative ] [ music | for justin - dashboard confessional ] it's been a year now since you were here now and i've been trying to heal inside dedications of how i placed and I see your resemblance in my face and on our birthday i said an extra wish for you and i have learned so much since you been gone and i have done so little for so long so now i'll settle up my grievances and focus on the savory and wave all these discrepancies away and i'll figure out these misconceptions give out faith at my discretion live a life that you would think was sane displaying changes that they have made and i wonder if you really wanted it this way and in your memory they even hung a plaque for you and i have learned so much since you been gone and i have done so little for so long. so now i'll settle up these grievances and focus on the savory and wave all these discrepancies away. and i'll figure out these misconceptions give out faith at my discretion live a life that you would think was sane [ fuck off! ]

my hope is feeling worn... [07 Feb 2002|10:51am] [ mood | hopeful ] [ music | "a plain morning" - dashboard confessional ] i'd like to hire a plane. i'd see you in the morning, when the day is fresh. i'm coming home again. it's warmer where you're waiting. it feels more like july. there's pillows in their cases and one of those is mine. and you wrote the words 'i love you', and sprayed it with perfume. it is better than the fire is to heat this lonely room. it is warmer where you're waiting it feels more like july. [ fuck off! ]

lost oars [24 Oct 2001|04:08am] [ mood | nostalgic ] [ music | aqueous transmission [repeatrepeatreapeat] ] I'm floating down a river Oars freed from their holes long ago Lying face up on the floor of my vessel I marvel at the stars And feel my heart overflow Further down the river Further down the river Further down the river Further down the river Two weeks without my lover I'm in this boat alone Floating down a river named emotion Will I make it back to shore Or drift into the unknown Further down the river Further down the river Further down the river Further down the river I'm building an antenna Transmissions will be sent when I am through Maybe we'll meet again further down the river And share what we both discovered... Then revel in the view Further down the river Further down the river Further down the river Further down the river [ fuck off! ]

i can't remember you ever loving me... [22 Jul 2001|10:07am] [ mood | numb ] [ music | "outta me" - bikini kill ] it's about being in love it's about being in hate it's about not wanting to miss you it's about wanting you dead push the walls open i wanna see my memories bleed no i don't remember you ever loving me i think that was your fucking fantasy i think you want everything push the walls open i wanna see my memory bleed no i don't remember you loving me i remember the back of your head leaving and now i am quite sure you want everything everything everything everything everything everything everything everything outta me [ fuck off! ]

'pure hate' [21 Jul 2001|05:31am] [ mood | anxious ] [ music | "pure hate" - asschapel ] at times when thier claws bled me dry when I caught myself asking me if I should die all the times they killed me with their smiles the question stands is this my time to die you came along you spoke to me you fed me well you spoke the truth everytime their kindness turned to lies when I caught myself asking me if I should die at times when their claws bled me dry the question still stands is this my time to die I'll keep you always in my heart it brings me to my knees I'll carry you with me it breaks my skin with ease I love you so the knife is in your hands I love you pure hate done as planned [ fuck off! ]

md 20/20 [15 Dec 2000|12:40am] [ mood | numb ] [ music | "gold soundz" - pavement ] Go back to those gold soundz And keep my advent to your cell Because it's nothing that I don't like Is it a crisis or a boring change When it's central, so essential It has a nice ring when you laugh At the low-life opinions And they're coming to the chorus now I keep my address to yourself Cause we need secrets We need secret, cret, cret, cret, crets Back right now Because I never want to make you feel That you're social, never ignorant soul Believe in what you want to do And do you think that is a major flaw When they rise up in the falling rain And if you stay around with your knuckles ground down The trials over, the weapon's found Keep my address to myself Cause it's secret Cause it's secret, cret, cret,cret,cret,cret,cret,cret,cret,cret,cret,cret, Back right now So drunk in the august sun And you're the kind of girl I like Because you're empty, and I'm empty And you can never quarantine the past Did you remember in December That I won't eat you when I'm gone And if I go there, I won't stay there Because I'm sitting here too long I've been sitting here too long And I've been wasting Allocating outward For the last word Last words come up All you've got to waste/wait [ fuck off! ]

correct change only, please [14 Dec 2000|12:29am] [ mood | nostalgic ] [ music | "out of order" ] i hear what you're saying i may seem out of order nothings quite the same now as it ever was before her and you're looking at me with one of those sideways glances you say i'm giving too much and taking too many chances but i won't believe you now i've got to check this out and nothing you can do will convince me otherwise you're just trying to be a friend I know the message is well meant but none of it does compare to her eyes just go easy on me i'm feeling out of order i'm beaten and i'm wounded like i never was before her and i know you're talking sense but i can't forget about her you say i'm good as dead if i keep it up much longer but i won't believe you now i've got to check this out and nothing you can do will convince me otherwise you're just trying to be a friend i know the message is well meant but none of it does compare to her eyes [ fuck off! ]

out and about [14 Dec 2000|12:00am] [ mood | confused ] [ music | 'projected arrival' - the third sex ] yes i'm out yes it's good oh yes i'm not shy you can ask me questions yeah that's fine yes i think about it oh yes all the time yes it defines me oh but this definition is mine well of coursee i think about it everyday i thought i had to move 3000 miles away trading college credit for a term of therapy well you can try but you can't clean what's not dirty now you yes you have to answer too tell me what scares you look at yourself too write down if you can now sit back and relax i'll do all the work here so i'm sorry if oh i fall back from you so quick to shift your gaze and oh i'm sorry too you're not out to your parents when you're 22 but i've lost too much already i can't pretend for you all through september i tired and tried to tell you your late night messages left like too much i already knew of course they had to fall short cuz it's not that easy your parents were not for me just your projection of me [ fuck off! ]

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