Rhianen's Blurty

If the Shoe Fits...
I think I'm starting a revolution here, hehe. I have a friend, yay! The Blurtiness has spread to other realms. But anyhow, I've been really down today, crying on and off mostly. I'm starting to hate what I think nowadays which is why a journal of any kind is a lifesaver for me. I'm driving myself so crazy, I just wish I had a mental file cabinet where I could store all my thoughts in separate folders cuz right now they're all in a jumbled mess. But that's nothing new; I've had this problem before although I don't think it's been so severe. I really need to eat something too or I'll get another headache. And I don't want another one. So anyhow, here's a little poem. My friend, majesticunity, from MOJ, suggested I write a poem so I'm going to:

Don't make me fall anymore
Stop telling me this is what I want
I don't want to listen your lies
Telling me I'm so unsure
Take your cold grip off me
And stop tempting me with your grin
I want you out of my mind
So it's you I won't ever see
This isn't what I desire
You're only making this worse
Whispering your lies of life and death
So I'll throw myself into the fire
I'm not going to listen to you
No matter how hard you try
This is my life, and my decisions
And I won't leave cuz you say I do

Alright, that felt good. In case anyone's wondering that poem isn't about anybody. It's all me so you have nothing to worry about whoever is reading this. I'm thinking this blurty will mainly be made up of poetry and short stories. Kinda funny since that's what my MOJ was originally going to be for and look where that ended up. Hahaha. Of course, I gained many friends by just ranting so maybe it will work here too. I don't know. I have all these crazy ideas! I'm so weird, but in a good way. My other friend, Patrick, told me I was complicated but in a good way, too. If the shoe fits, then yeah. That is so true because I am. Anyone who knows me knows that I can't just stay in the same mindset all the time. But weird people do have the most fun, I guess. Anyhow, I'm going now. I need to eat, do that blasted emailing before I drive myself crazy again, and hope tomorrow is much better than today was! I hate thinking myself down and it bothers me to no end.
Until tomorrow....*que sera, sera; whatever will be, will be; the future's not ours to see, que sera...sera*.

Current Mood: restless
Current Music: Shania Twain-I'm Gonna Getcha Good