22.3.11
185
events of such high class, shadowed by the fact we cannot be bother, yes.
over the weeks end, drunkeness was endured, as well as alot of good times
throroughly and truthfully i do enjoy the company of those whom i am closest too.
over the weeks end, drunkeness was endured, as well as alot of good times
throroughly and truthfully i do enjoy the company of those whom i am closest too.
19.3.11
182
my brother told me this morning:
'you look like you're from this is england'
my life is now complete
'you look like you're from this is england'
my life is now complete
18.3.11
17.3.11
177
I feel asthough sleep doesn't want me anymore
Why this has become so hard, I do not understand
To just abdicate would be enough
Why this has become so hard, I do not understand
To just abdicate would be enough
16.3.11
174
Within the risk and reason is the underlying treason,
You're going to take a fall
And you don't care at all
You tell yourself, "theres nothing worse than giving up"
When you've given up
"Cup half empty" masquerades as "cup half full" in your sad parade
You tell yourself, "theres nothing worse than giving up"
When you've given up
Add brick and mortar to ill fate and count the day
I'll watch the curtain fall with blinders on
I can't save you,
I can't save myself.
I can't save you,
I can't save myself.
Am I so far detatched, that I become exempt
Coming down without the buzz is just never enough.
You tell yourself, "theres nothing worse than giving up"
When you've given up
"Cup half empty" masquerades as "cup half full" in your sad parade
You tell yourself, "theres nothing worse than giving up"
When you've given up
Add brick and mortar to ill fate and count the day
Within the risk and reason, is underlying treason.
Choking on the words, that's how much it hurts
I'll watch the curtain fall with blinders on
Count the days, Before you wake up,
With ash filled hands, and eyes wide opened.
Seize the day
When all is made up
Cherish the taste
And dance with the flames
You tell yourself, "theres nothing worse than giving up"
When you've given up
"Cup half empty" masquerades as "cup half full" in your sad parade
You tell yourself, "theres nothing worse than giving up"
When you've given up
Add brick and mortar to ill fate and count the day
I'll watch the curtain fall with blinders on
I can't save you,
I can't save myself.
I can't save you,
I can't save myself.
You're going to take a fall
And you don't care at all
You tell yourself, "theres nothing worse than giving up"
When you've given up
"Cup half empty" masquerades as "cup half full" in your sad parade
You tell yourself, "theres nothing worse than giving up"
When you've given up
Add brick and mortar to ill fate and count the day
I'll watch the curtain fall with blinders on
I can't save you,
I can't save myself.
I can't save you,
I can't save myself.
Am I so far detatched, that I become exempt
Coming down without the buzz is just never enough.
You tell yourself, "theres nothing worse than giving up"
When you've given up
"Cup half empty" masquerades as "cup half full" in your sad parade
You tell yourself, "theres nothing worse than giving up"
When you've given up
Add brick and mortar to ill fate and count the day
Within the risk and reason, is underlying treason.
Choking on the words, that's how much it hurts
I'll watch the curtain fall with blinders on
Count the days, Before you wake up,
With ash filled hands, and eyes wide opened.
Seize the day
When all is made up
Cherish the taste
And dance with the flames
You tell yourself, "theres nothing worse than giving up"
When you've given up
"Cup half empty" masquerades as "cup half full" in your sad parade
You tell yourself, "theres nothing worse than giving up"
When you've given up
Add brick and mortar to ill fate and count the day
I'll watch the curtain fall with blinders on
I can't save you,
I can't save myself.
I can't save you,
I can't save myself.
10.3.11
172
the sound of complete isolation lingers in front of me
it really does make for a difficult time, when no one talks with you, your conscience drifts away and you start to see other vices as an escape
it's terrible, and i don't want to be here, stuck in this folly
i want to be happy, ecstatic, and everything that comes with being comfortable
yes, i drink too much (in comparison to a few months ago)
yes, i make stupid decisions, but instead of dwelling on them move on and carry on
yes, you may not agree with my terms of reasoning, but they are my terms
to you they are only an opinion
yes, i feel as though it's my fault, but i'm not going to dither about trying to fix things
yes, i understand my actions, completely and wholly
still i do not see the purpose to how they all think it's fine, that i'm fine
there drifting away
upon a raft of despair
led by disappointment
how did i put them there
it really does make for a difficult time, when no one talks with you, your conscience drifts away and you start to see other vices as an escape
it's terrible, and i don't want to be here, stuck in this folly
i want to be happy, ecstatic, and everything that comes with being comfortable
yes, i drink too much (in comparison to a few months ago)
yes, i make stupid decisions, but instead of dwelling on them move on and carry on
yes, you may not agree with my terms of reasoning, but they are my terms
to you they are only an opinion
yes, i feel as though it's my fault, but i'm not going to dither about trying to fix things
yes, i understand my actions, completely and wholly
still i do not see the purpose to how they all think it's fine, that i'm fine
there drifting away
upon a raft of despair
led by disappointment
how did i put them there
8.3.11
169
nothing in this world compares to a content mind state, and to not have that is of great dismay
people niggle on every small thing, and make no attempt to reconcile, those who do become the important ones, others just, aren't.
from the deepest of regret, this still does not come
that's not in my faults, i realise my mistakes
i take responsibility, if you think i'm not as such, come to trust my word
that would be the only reason you would not believe a complete truth
people niggle on every small thing, and make no attempt to reconcile, those who do become the important ones, others just, aren't.
from the deepest of regret, this still does not come
that's not in my faults, i realise my mistakes
i take responsibility, if you think i'm not as such, come to trust my word
that would be the only reason you would not believe a complete truth
2.3.11
168
it may be a little outdated, but i thought i should share my pure enjoyment, from the event above
mexican moustache fiesta, with some of my lovely girls, a few months ago
we sipped perfectly cold caronas, and enjoyed the likes of homemade guacamole, salsa, tacos and bruschetta.
delecatbly perfect
166
today i feel like being classy, and desirable
at my best efforts, i'll get dressed up
i can barely talk due to my losing battle with a throat cold
but i'm still making an effort to go to Fat Louie's
everyone must be there!
at my best efforts, i'll get dressed up
i can barely talk due to my losing battle with a throat cold
but i'm still making an effort to go to Fat Louie's
everyone must be there!
1.3.11
163
this abhor inside me is ridiculous, a feeling like i should just abdicate
i come across as normal, but what is the definition of this as such?
one day someone told me i was pulchritudinous, the next i was a feint memory
nothing seems to make sense
stuck in a swaying momentum of either emotional extremes
for either myself, towards myself or to those around me
so i try preoccupation,
'Occupy our minds and labor our bodies,
And we feed our pleasant remorse'
but nothing seems to suffice, i do not have problems, nor troubles
i have insecurities and uncertainties, sin and avarice
to be caught in a pretentious whirlwind of infatuation seems almost as
far as the universe could take me, or dim as it portrays
and i don't know if i want to be happy, or if i'd like to be happy for someone who appears overwhelmed with myself
is it selfish to say i would feel better just to have a constant interaction
with that of whom i feel wholly comfortable and adored
i come across as normal, but what is the definition of this as such?
one day someone told me i was pulchritudinous, the next i was a feint memory
nothing seems to make sense
stuck in a swaying momentum of either emotional extremes
for either myself, towards myself or to those around me
so i try preoccupation,
'Occupy our minds and labor our bodies,
And we feed our pleasant remorse'
but nothing seems to suffice, i do not have problems, nor troubles
i have insecurities and uncertainties, sin and avarice
to be caught in a pretentious whirlwind of infatuation seems almost as
far as the universe could take me, or dim as it portrays
and i don't know if i want to be happy, or if i'd like to be happy for someone who appears overwhelmed with myself
is it selfish to say i would feel better just to have a constant interaction
with that of whom i feel wholly comfortable and adored
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