What's that say about me?

Random (sometimes) entertaining prattle from the mind of a rather ordinary girl with extraordinary powers.

Wednesday, March 23, 2005

Apparition

I don't usually know how to talk to the people that are hurting me without starting a fight. I would work on this, but I'm not sure where to start. Somedays it's harder for me to follow when the world is revolving around one certain person, and it usually is. Because when I need a little piece of revolution, everything stops. Everything becomes awkward. I'm sick of lies. I'm sick of gossip. I'm sick of everything. I want to dissapear.

4 Comments:

At 10:39 PM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

I picture you in the sun wondering what went wrong
And falling down on your knees asking for sympathy
And being caught in between all you wish for and all you seen
And trying to find anything you can feel that you can believe in
(joseph arthur "in the sun")

 
At 10:40 PM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

I picture you in the sun wondering what went wrong
And falling down on your knees asking for sympathy
And being caught in between all you wish for and all you seen
And trying to find anything you can feel that you can believe in
(joseph arthur "in the sun")

 
At 5:55 PM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

I think we're all sick of it. But if its bothering you, it needs to be discussed, dont you think? We cant read your mind. So an argument happens to start. Friends argue, and if they cant get over it, then I guess they werent meant to be your friend in the first place. But, for future reference, please talk to me. I want to hear what you have to say. Ive said it before and Ill say it again, I adore you and if I make you mad, I want you to tell me to stop being a bitch. :)

 
At 5:22 PM , Blogger Jamie said...

hmmm, I think my secret fear is that the seocnd I start to complain, youi'll all deflect t the otherside. And, Kate, I think you know what I mean by that. No? Rest assured, though, I'll be letting you know. a wink.
Also, I LOVE that J.A. song. So whoever posted it (Jaime), thanks.

 

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