we're so close. so today was pretty good. Lara's dating this guy that has a lot of history with me and it's painful to watch them hold hands and kiss. i hate it because it just reminds me that i don't have that ... but *sigh* one day... other then that it was amazing ;) ... i'm bored out of my freaking mind though. later i'm going to Erin's hockey game with Pat. He scares the shit out of me when i drive with him though. he does like 140 in a 60 zone. i don't leave until 8:30 though...so i have some time to kill. i haven't cut since thursday...i haven't really had the urge to cut myself...well last night i wanted to really badly, but i was too lazy to stand up and pull it out of the picture frame its hiding behind. so i sat in bed crying...what a fucking sad sight. i hate when i break down like that and i just lie there in bed looming through my window. i'm embarrassed and no one can even see me.
i went shopping on the weekend and got a black tank top and a white t-shirt from boathouse.....i love that friggen store. i payed for it with my non-existant money ... but it looks good! i'll regret it later ...
it's starting to get cold out, which just reminds me that it's almost christmas ... i'm too poor to afford that holiday. .... "here you go. i give you my love." ... it could work. rugby season is coming though, so that's good. i'm so out of shape. i should probably start running again soon. the thought of just tackling a 6'5 hairy girl makes me cringe. i've been playing for four years, i should be used to that by now. gah, i'm so bored.
Can you hear me now?
I look through these refractions of light
to see only what really is.
a long and clouded day.
another day i don't pray.
i walk to get away from my thoughts.
hoping i can walk fast enough for them to get left behind.
i somehow always leave a trail of them in my footsteps.
i try to pretend i'm so much better then what i am.
i'm a hopeless romantic.
a manic depressive.
i'm my parents fuck-up,
because i always give in to myself.
i tear myself apart more on the inside then you can tell.
i've become frail and delusional.
i'm amune to these thoughts.
they seem to haunt my mind.
making me resort to something i hate.
the only part of me that isn't fake.
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