She's an extraordinary girl
In an ordinary world
And she can't seem to get away
He lacks the courage in his mind
like a child left behind
like a pet left in the rain
she's all alone again
wiping the tears from her eyes
some days he feels like dying
she gets so sick of crying
she sees the mirror of herself
An image she wants to sell
to anyone willing to buy
he steals the image in her kiss
from her heart's apocalypse
from the one called whatsername
she's all alone again
wiping the tears from her eyes
some days he feels like dying
she gets so sick of crying
some days it's not worth trying
now that they both are finding
she gets so sick of crying
shes an extraordinary girl, an extraordinary girl
Green Day
When people stop believing in you, all you can do is believe in yourself. I learned that the hard way.
Ive been blessed with muscle tone and strength from my father. 3 weeks since stepping foot in the gym and I had one of the best dances on the life fitness machine this morning. I was able to maintain all weights and reps on the weight machines and I did 15 dips, 10 and 5. I wish I had been able to do 2 sets of 10 or I should have done 3 sets of 5, oh well, not bad for a chick that has been sitting on her ass for 3 weeks.
My father was a brick wall. He was always over weight, since getting out of the Marines just after I was born, and by the end of his life he was obese. But no matter how heavy he became, he was solid. The muscles in his arms and legs perfectly defined. His enormous protruding stomach was like a boulder. Never in my memory did he work out, yet he was so strong. I didnt inherit his weight issues, thank goodness, but I did get his muscle tone and strength, the girlie version of it anyway.
Ive been thinking a lot about my dad lately. I grew up being told I was a lot like him, resembled him, and had his fierce temper but also his likable personality. People outside my family loved my dad. As long as they didnt get to know him well. As an adult Ive struggled with the similarities I see within myself of my father; a person I dont want to be; a person I never want to become.
QUICK POLL
There are 2 tattoos I want to get, and then I think I am done inking my body. I want to get one this weekend, so which one do you think I should get first?
hope
or
katydid (without the leaf, just the little critter)
just curious what you all think. thanks
In an ordinary world
And she can't seem to get away
He lacks the courage in his mind
like a child left behind
like a pet left in the rain
she's all alone again
wiping the tears from her eyes
some days he feels like dying
she gets so sick of crying
she sees the mirror of herself
An image she wants to sell
to anyone willing to buy
he steals the image in her kiss
from her heart's apocalypse
from the one called whatsername
she's all alone again
wiping the tears from her eyes
some days he feels like dying
she gets so sick of crying
some days it's not worth trying
now that they both are finding
she gets so sick of crying
shes an extraordinary girl, an extraordinary girl
Green Day
When people stop believing in you, all you can do is believe in yourself. I learned that the hard way.
Ive been blessed with muscle tone and strength from my father. 3 weeks since stepping foot in the gym and I had one of the best dances on the life fitness machine this morning. I was able to maintain all weights and reps on the weight machines and I did 15 dips, 10 and 5. I wish I had been able to do 2 sets of 10 or I should have done 3 sets of 5, oh well, not bad for a chick that has been sitting on her ass for 3 weeks.
My father was a brick wall. He was always over weight, since getting out of the Marines just after I was born, and by the end of his life he was obese. But no matter how heavy he became, he was solid. The muscles in his arms and legs perfectly defined. His enormous protruding stomach was like a boulder. Never in my memory did he work out, yet he was so strong. I didnt inherit his weight issues, thank goodness, but I did get his muscle tone and strength, the girlie version of it anyway.
Ive been thinking a lot about my dad lately. I grew up being told I was a lot like him, resembled him, and had his fierce temper but also his likable personality. People outside my family loved my dad. As long as they didnt get to know him well. As an adult Ive struggled with the similarities I see within myself of my father; a person I dont want to be; a person I never want to become.
QUICK POLL
There are 2 tattoos I want to get, and then I think I am done inking my body. I want to get one this weekend, so which one do you think I should get first?
hope
or
katydid (without the leaf, just the little critter)
just curious what you all think. thanks
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I'm also inclined to say not to worry about the person you fear you may become. Concentrate instead on the person you want to become. Personality is not genetic, if you worry about your father's influence on you, you'll see it in everything you do - because you're looking for it.
You're too good a person to worrying about what ifs, just do your thing in your own way. You seem to have a good set of morals, let your concience guide you.
I believe in you.