pelafina

Over my right shoulder is a pile of ashes over my left is an ocean of
broken glass. Apparently this is what it feels like when you have done
all you can. The hangman so to speak.
Dear public, pick up your phones, and dial away.... "Hey I just read
Nicoles myspace, are you okay...let me read it to you"
Here's some food for thought... Maybe I'm not okay sometimes. Hmh. Maybe
I have a right to not be okay at times with out your approval rating.
I write, sorry you feel the need to protect your friends or attack this
nagging female. I can promise you that I love them more then you ever
will.
But when did it become unacceptable to hold loved ones to standards
(even more so self stated goals)? When was it established that to feel
dissapointment or heartbreak or even dissgust was a war cry against
someone? Friends don't let friends do unsavory things in their lives
without pointing out the obvious first. So if I get rubbed the wrong way
a little, don't be quick to judge that I'm publicly bashing. Maybe its
that I'm hurt, worried, depressed. You know emotions you yourself feel.
I think I tired of this town and its people much more then anything
else.
Imagine this... watching someone you love drown. Trying to help then to
only be told they are not drowning, and be called dramatic. But having
to watch them drown.
Its real fun, if you think feeling stupid all the time and being called
a bitch is fun.
So yeah, in short I feel like I'm hanging on a wire. With no support, no
net, no escape plan. All I have is my heart, my mind, and my pen. Hope
is a fleeting gem, faith is a dim light.
Go ahead now, think of something tacky to say.
*n