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Chrissy (theemoinme) wrote,
@ 2004-09-01 01:52:00
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    Current music:you know.

    This is something serious. Don't like it, Don't read.
    This is a serious entry. If you don't like serious, then maybe you should turn back now. Last weekend was the the highlight of my summer and what fun did we do? It just feels like I am missing out on so much and I feel like its all my fault. My ex made me feel like shit last week. He pasted an Edited convo on his lj and then called me bullshit and made me feel like shit. I needed to talk to someone and get it off my shoulder. No one was there. I think I might have buried myself alive. Sure, my friend made a comment on there. Days after it happened. When my heart was ripped out by a boy and I fought out about disturbing things about him, who did I talk to about it? Yes, I talked about it. Days after. I buried myself further down. I'm trying really hard to be people's friends. That does work both ways. I feel like I'm the only one trying. Maybe you'll read this and call me out. Call me a bitch. What good would that do. I tried so hard to keep everything to myself for so long. But why am I always the last one mentioned? The last one left behind? Maybe I'm just going crazy. Maybe I'll just stop talking to everyone and see who calls me to make sure i'm okay. I'm so sick of being tired. I'm so sick of being alone. I'm so sick of being me. I like the avril lavigne cd. So sue me. Here's a song of hers. Maybe you'll understand why I like it.

    "Nobody's Home"
    "I couldn't tell you why she felt that way,
    She felt it everyday.
    And I couldn't help her,
    I just watched her make the same mistakes again.
    What's wrong, what's wrong now?
    Too many, too many problems.
    Don't know where she belongs, where she belongs.
    She wants to go home, but nobody's home.
    It's where she lies, broken inside.
    With no place to go, no place to go to dry her eyes.
    Broken inside.
    Open your eyes and look outside, find a reasons why.
    You've been rejected, and now you can't find what you left behind.
    Be strong, be strong now.
    Too many, too many problems.
    Don't know where she belongs, where she belongs.
    She wants to go home, but nobody's home.
    It's where she lies, broken inside.
    With no place to go, no place to go to dry her eyes.
    Broken inside.
    Her feelings she hides.
    Her dreams she can't find.
    She's losing her mind.
    She's fallen behind.
    She can't find her place.
    She's losing her faith.
    She's fallen from grace.
    She's all over the place.
    Yeah,oh
    She wants to go home, but nobody's home.
    It's where she lies, broken inside.
    With no place to go, no place to go to dry her eyes.
    Broken inside.
    She's lost inside, lost inside...oh oh yeah
    She's lost inside, lost inside...oh oh yeah...."

    Lets forget this ever happened. Why do I feel rejected?



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