monsterbaby

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Don't bother saying you're sorry.
Why don't you come in?
Smoke all my cigarettes - again.
Every time I get no further.
How long has it been?
Come on in now,
Wipe your feet on my dreams.

You take up my time,
Like some cheap magazine,
When I could have been learning something.
Oh well, you know what I mean.

I've done this before.
And I will do it again.
Come on and kill me baby,
while you smile like a friend.
And I'll come running,
Just to do it again.

You are the last drink I never should drunk.
You are the body hidden in the trunk.
You are the habit I can't seem to kick.
You are my secrets on the front page every week.
You are the car I never should have bought.
You are the train I never should have caught.
You are the cut that makes me hide my face.
You are the party that makes me feel my age.

Like a car crash I can see but I just can't avoid.
Like a plane I've been told I never should board.
Like a film that's so bad but I've gotta stay til the end.
Let me tell you now,
It's lucky for you that we're friends.




I have always felt that when I met good person(people) and they some how become apart of my life. That this person in a sense, was a gift.

I am fully aware that (some) friends are filled with drama and well, nothing ever perfect. You take the good with the bad. So there will be no bad-mouthing anyone, that is just not me.

Unfortunaly, I spent over a year wondering and worring about someone. It really really tested my intergrity, questioning myself: what did I do wrong?

So, I finally came to conclusion. For whatever reason this person felt that they should make a decision for both of us not to be friends. This person felt it was valid. A heads-up would of be great and truely respected.

My apaologies for ranting, but it has been bugging me for so long and after keeping the boy up last night (on a work night none the less) asking him stupid questions he or anyone but the other party could answer. I realize that, I can't blame myself or anyone for that matter, becuase that just how life is sometimes. I pretty sure many people know what I am talking about.
It really comes down to just keep on keeping on, so not another word of this (even in my own head).

Now, I will get back to my house cleaning in my super cool new electric blue dish gloves. Our friends who recently moved to Oregan will be back in town to tie up loose ends from moving last month. How in the hell can I childproof this place? A questionable feat indeed!