Forget Me Not   
04:09pm 06/04/2003
 
mood: lonely
Forget Me Not

Forget Me Not
Baby Baby
As I Rock You Gently
Right Here In My Arms
I Promise To Always
Be Here For You
Keep You Safe And Warm

Sometimes In The Middle Of The Night
I Wake Up Cryin' When I Think Of How Long
It Took To Find You
And Now That I Have
I Know Where You Belong

All I'm Asking You
All I'm Asking
Before This Moment Is Gone

Forget Me Not
Don't Forget What We Got
Everyday Is Surely But A Dream
I Found The Sweetest Of All Things
For All My Life
You'll Be My Light
With Every Beat That's In Your Heart
Oh Baby Please Remember To
Forget Me Not

Time Is Funny
Time Can Fly
That's One Thing For Sure
I'll Wake Tomorrow
Blink My Eyes
See You Standin' At My Door

And I'll Be Lookin' At You
See he Wonder Of What Love Can Be
Someday I Might Have To Let You Go
And That's Just So Hard To Believe
And If I Do You'll Know
Just How Much You Mean To Me
And All I'll ASk Of You
All I'll Ask You
Before I Set You Free

Forget Me Not
Don't Forget What We Got
Everyday Is Surely But A Dream
I Found The Sweetest Of All Things
For All My Life
You'll Be My Light
With Every Beat That's In Your Heart
Oh Baby Please Remember To
Forget Me Not

(Just Remem-Remember To Forget Me)
(Just Remem-Remember To Forget Me)
Forget Me Not (Just Remem-Remember To Forget Me)
Forget Me (Forget Me Not For Get Me)

(Just Remem-Remember To Forget Me)
Don't Forget Me Baby (Just Remem-Remember To Forget Me)
(Just Remem-Remember To Forget Me)
(Forget Me Not For Get Me)

Before I Set You Free

Forget Me Not (Oh Baby Don't You Dare Forget Me)
Don't Forget What We Got (Don't Forget What We Got)
Everyday Is Surely But A Dream
I Found The Sweetest Of All Things
Forever More (Remember Me As A Soul Connection)
I'll Thee Adore (Somebody Who Lit Up The Day)
With Every Beat That's In Your Heart (Every Beat That's In My Heart)
Oh Baby Please Remember To (Baby Please Forget Me Not)
Forget Me Not

Don't Forget What We Got
With Every Beat That's In Your Heart
Oh Baby Please Remember To
Forget Me Not

(Just Remem-Remember To Forget Me)
(Just Remem-Remember To Forget Me)
(Just Remem-Remember To Forget Me Not)

(Just Remem-Remember To Forget Me)
(Just Remem-Remember)
Forget Me Not...

"For Eric And Brian....
Forget Me Not...."
 
     

(Lie to me)

 
Between Angels And Innocence   
05:48pm 10/03/2003
 
mood: angry
What Dreams May Come As I'm Laying Here Half Dead And Lost Within My Own Mind. And Yet Again I Have Realized One More Sick And Twisted, Mind-Numbing Thing About Me, While Searching Through Severed Veins And Lost Memories Of What Could Be Considered " True Happiness "

I Am A Manipulative, Lying, Acid-Tongued Bitch, And I Love Every Waking Second Of It. And Oh God....I Am Anything But My Least Favorite Person.

Ironically, I Wish I Could Say That I'm Heavy On Drugs. Swallowing Mind-Altering Substances...And Smoking Things That Change My Personality...Thus Accounting For My Razor-Sharp Words Flying From My Tongue. However, This Is NOT The Case. My Only Addiction.....Hatred. My Only High.....Inflicting Pain.....
 
     

(Lie to me)

 
Just A Dreamer   
12:30pm 08/03/2003
 
mood: Dreaming
So ive realized something. Yes I have I hate reality. I'm a dreamer, nothing more. I'm angry with everything not because I hate it, but because i want it to be something else. I am angry because 2 plus 2 equals 4. I am angry because there in no magic in the world anymore. I am angry because there are no dragons or warewolfs, or angels or elves or anything beautiful and strange left. I am angry because my dreams are worthless and pointless because no one can bring the magic back. I am angry because no one understands what its liek to be lost in day dreams forever and ever, always wanting to be special but never getting to be. I know that i am crazy. SOme people think i am, anyways maybe i am. Maybe im crazy because all i want is for my dreams to be real.You have to fight for what you believe in. But if u believe in never existing then what have you got left?
 
     

(Lie to me)

 
Through These Eyes   
11:35pm 21/02/2003
 
mood: Skippy
I Am Told I Have A Beautiful Mind. But Now That I Stop And Think About It, Parts Of It Are Beautiful, Others Are Not. A Lot Of Things About Me Are Beautiful.....My Scars. My Scars Are Beautiful. Every Engraved Line Into My Flesh That Was Once Flowing With A Vibrant Red Liquid. Scars Of Death, Pain, Longing, Hate, Misery, And Suicide, Anything Disturbing And Mind-Numbing. So Much Hate. So Much Unbearable Hate.

I Base My Life Between These Pale Blue College-Ruled Lines. There Is So Much More To Reveal About Myself....So Much More. I Write And Draw. I Breathe An Swallow. I Scream And Bleed. I Pray And Hope. I Sleep And Cry. I Am Malnourished And Ready To Fall.

And In My Mind I See Myself In A Room Full Of People, Standing Wall To Wall. And As I Bang My Fists An Scream At The Top Of My Lungs I Ask Myself....."Why No One Else Is Trying To Escape???" Except For You.....You're Standing There.....Across From Me.....You're Skin The Color Of Paper......And You're Eyes The Color Of Bruises. I Want You To Help Me. You And Only You. But Then In The Rush Of Screams And Pain I Realize Something....You're An Inspiration For The Way That I Will Never Choose To Be.....
 
     

(Lie to me)

 
Through These Eyes   
11:35pm 21/02/2003
 
mood: Skippy
I Am Told I Have A Beautiful Mind. But Now That I Stop And Think About It, Parts Of It Are Beautiful, Others Are Not. A Lot Of Things About Me Are Beautiful.....My Scars. My Scars Are Beautiful. Every Engraved Line Into My Flesh That Was Once Flowing With A Vibrant Red Liquid. Scars Of Death, Pain, Longing, Hate, Misery, And Suicide, Anything Disturbing And Mind-Numbing. So Much Hate. So Much Unbearable Hate.

I Base My Life Between These Pale Blue College-Ruled Lines. There Is So Much More To Reveal About Myself....So Much More. I Write And Draw. I Breathe An Swallow. I Scream And Bleed. I Pray And Hope. I Sleep And Cry. I Am Malnourished And Ready To Fall.

And In My Mind I See Myself In A Room Full Of People, Standing Wall To Wall. And As I Bang My Fists An Scream At The Top Of My Lungs I Ask Myself....."Why No One Else Is Trying To Escape???" Except For You.....You're Standing There.....Across From Me.....You're Skin The Color Of Paper......And You're Eyes The Color Of Bruises. I Want You To Help Me. You And Only You. But Then In The Rush Of Screams And Pain I Realize Something....You're An Inspiration For The Way That I Will Never Choose To Be.....
 
     

(Lie to me)

 
To Kill An American   
02:34pm 20/02/2003
 
mood: Enchanted
To Kill an American

You probably missed it in the rush of news last week, but there was actually a report that someone in Pakistan had published in a newspaper an offer of a reward to anyone who killed an American, any American.

So an Australian dentist wrote the following to let everyone know what an American is, so they would know when they found one:



Good on ya, mate? An American is English, or French, or Italian, Irish, German, Spanish, Polish, Russian or Greek. An American may also be Canadian, Mexican, African, Indian, Chinese, Japanese, Korean, Australian, Iranian, Asian, or Arab, or Pakistani, or Afghan. An American may also be a Cherokee, Osage, Blackfoot, Navaho, Apache, Seminole or one of the many other tribes known as native Americans.

An American is Christian, or he could be Jewish, or Buddhist, or Muslim. In fact, there are more Muslims in America than in Afghanistan. The only difference is that in America they are free to worship as each of them chooses. An American is also free to believe in no religion.

For that he will answer only to God, not to the government, or to armed thugs claiming to speak for the government and for God.

An American is from the most prosperous land in the history of the world. The root of that prosperity can be found in the Declaration of independence, which recognizes the God given right of each person the pursuit of happiness.

An American is generous. Americans have helped out just about every other nation in the world in their time of need. When Afghanistan was overrun by the Soviet army 20 years ago, Americans came with arms and supplies to
enable the people to win back their country.! As of the morning of September 11, Americans had given more than any other nation to the poor in Afghanistan. Americans welcome the best, the best products, the best books,
the best music, the best food, the best athletes. But they also welcome the least. The national symbol of America, The Statue of Liberty, welcomes your tired and your poor, the wretched refuse of your teeming shores, the homeless, tempest tossed.

These in fact are the people who built America. Some of them were working in the Twin Towers the morning of September 11, 2001 earning a better life for their families. I've been told that the World Trade Center victims were from at least 30 other countries, cultures, and first languages, including those that aided and abetted the terrorists.

So you can try to kill an American if you must. Hitler did. So did General Tojo, and Stalin, and Mao Tse-Tung, and every bloodthirsty tyrant in the history of the world. But, in doing so you would just be killing yourself.

Because Americans are not a particular people from a particular place. They are the embodiment of the human spirit of freedom. Everyone who holds to that spirit, everywhere, is an American.
 
     

(1 Lie | Lie to me)

 
No Significance   
07:59pm 17/02/2003
 
mood: confused
I Am Amusing Myself By Thinking Of Ways To Die. My Mind Is Already Clouded With Thoughts Of Nothing, Nothing Meaning Me. How Do You Ignore What's In Your Head? I Can't Even Control My Own Thoughts. I Am Not The Person I Thought I Was. I Am Perhaps My Least Favorite Person. If I Was Someone Else, Would I Even Be My Friend??

So How Many Times A Day Does The Average Person Think About Death? Mortality's There, All Thing Must Come To An End, Right?? But Why Do Some Things Even Begin?? These Thoughts Haunt Me. What The Fuck Should I Do? Have Another Nightmare, And Listen To All The Voices In My Head??

So Do You Ever Wonder Where You Could Be Right Now, If You Had Made A Few Decisions Differently?? Leave Nothing Behind And Make No Difference. And All The Memories Of Me Would Disintegrate Quickly, Because They Hold No Significance. So Please Tell Me...Is It normal To Cry Yourself To Sleep With A Razor In Your Hand??
 
     

(Lie to me)

 
Memories Of Hate   
08:25pm 16/02/2003
 
mood: depressed
Sitting Here Thinking, My Mind Is Always Lost Anyways. You Know, I Feel Fake. Not Fake As In Looks, Fake As In Acting Ways I'm Not. So Fake. I Don't Understand How No One Can See Through This! Haven't You Noticed Every New Deep Engraved Line In My Skin? More Scars Showing Up From The Old Ones. Haven't You Noticed The Excess Amount Of Razors In The Bathroom? Didn't You See The Knives In My Dresser Drawer? Didn't You Find The Gun In My Pillow Case?? Just To Have It In Case Things Get Out Of Control, And All I Have To Do Is Put The Cold Muzzle To My Head, And Everything Afterwards Will Be Fine. And Sitting Here And Wondering If I Would Ever Be Missed. I See Myself In A Grave, With My Head Stone Reading....."Finally....She Has Died:" And With Nothing Surrounding It. No Flowers, Cards, Nothing But Memories......Memories Of Hate


*~*Rip Chad Sharon *~*
*~*Missing Since December 12th...*~*
*~*Body Found...Feburary 12th...*~*
*~*Missing...63 Days...*~*
*~*Days Without Him...67*
 
     

(Lie to me)

 
Gone......   
09:17pm 15/02/2003
 
mood: depressed
music: Song: I'll Be Missin You....
*~*Rip Chad Sharon *~*
*~*Missing Since December 12th...*~*
*~*Body Found...Feburary 12th...*~*
*~*Missing...63 Days...*~*
*~*Days Without Him...66*


*~*Kaity*~*
 
     

(Lie to me)

 
Inadequate   
05:39pm 14/02/2003
 
mood: Inadequate
Inadequate

I feel so inadequate because I have the fantasy of cutting my throat open and bleeding to death, but I know I never will, because that would entail choking on my fear and asphyxiating through a severed windpipe and drowning in my own blood and oh god the idea of that sensation is almost as terrifying as remembering everything that's gone wrong in my life, everything that I did wrong and fucked up because all I can do is fuck things up anyway, and I do that so well I want to cry, and I want to carve the word liar into my left arm and whore into my right, because that would be the last thing I need to push myself over the edge again and oh would you go down there with me if I couldn't get back up?
 
     

(Lie to me)

 
101 Reasons WhyI Love You   
12:54pm 14/02/2003
 
mood: Loving
101 Reasons Why I Love You

1. When We're Together, Then Sun Seems To Have One Of Those Happy Faces Drawn On It

2. Because Sometimes You Seem To Be Able To Read My Mind! ( You Knew I Was Going To Say That Right??)

3. You'd Rather Hold Me Than The Remote Control

4. We Agree On The Toilet Seat Thing

5. You Still Think There's A Chance That Elvis Might Show Up

6. Because, Like An Ice-Cold, Refreshing Drink, On The Hottest Day of The Summer, You Make Me Go Ahhhhhhhhh......

7. You're Not A Whiner

8. You Know How To Kiss And Make It Better

9. You Ring My Chimes, Shake My Tree, And Knock My Socks Off!

10. Your Idea Of "Sweet Nothings" Are Really Something

11. You Don't Drive For Miles With Your Turn Signal On

12. Cuz You Ear Lobes Are Just So Nibblicious

13. You Never Give Me Practical Gifts

14. You're A 24 Hour Hug Machine

15. We Speak The Same Body Language

16. Even When I'm Grumpy, You Still Think I'm Cute

17. If You Saw My 8th Grade Picture, You Probably Wouldn't Laugh, TOO Hard!

18. You'd Tell Me If I Had A Glob Of Salad Dressing on The End of My Nose

19. You're So Good At Making Up Words To Songs That Have The Hard-To-Understand Lyrics

20. You're Not A Snob About Fast Food

21. I've Seen You Get A little Misty-Eyed Just From Watching A Commercial

22. Cuddling Is One Of Your Favorite Sports

23. The Way Your Eyes Light Up At The Mere Mention Of "Pan Pizza"

24. You Appreciate French Fires That Are Done Just Right

25. You Feel A Little Bad When You Have To Squish A Bug

26. You Don't Make Spelling Corrections On The Little Notes I Leave You

27.You At Least ACT Interested About Some Weird Dream I Had

28. You Don't Think Sky Diving Is Necessary

29. You Still Love Cartoons

30. Give Me 101 Reasons Why I Shouldn't

31. If You Didn't Like Trees So Much, you'd Carve Our Initials In One

32. You Get Nostalgic Passing A Play Ground During Recess

33. You Make The Whole Ordeal Of Waiting In A Long Line Bearable

34. When WE Split A Candy Bar, You Always Offer Me The Bigger Half

35. You Find It Hard To Resist Writing "WASH ME" On Dirty Cars With Your Finger

36. NOBODY Can Tell A Knock-Knock Joke The Way You Do

37. You Don't Hang Up On My Answering Machine

38. You Get Just As Annoyed AS I do With Those Little Subscription Cards That Fall Out Of Magazines

39. You're Not Squeamish About Taking A Slobbery Ball Out Of A Dogs Mouth And Throwing It For Him, Over And Over And Over Again

40. Cuz On My Scale Of 10, You're A 20!

41. You'd Never Run While Holding A Pair Of Scissors

42. Because You Put The "Snap" And "Crackle" In My "Pop"

43. You're Incredibly Cute....Coming And Going....

44. The Way You Love To Sing Along With The Radio.

45. The Cute Milk Mustaches You Get

46. You've Got That Certain "Je Ne Sais Quoi" Whatever THAT Is!!

47. There's No One I'd Rather Be Around, Even When I Don't Want To Be Around Anyone!

48. You're A World Class Back Stracher!

49. DESTINY!

50. You Pretend Not To Notice My Bad Hair Days

51. You'd Never Hang Up On My Mom

52. Cuz You're So Much Like Me! (Scary, Isn't It!)

53. You Can Say, "I Love You" Without Stammering

54. You've Never Once Called Me Your Wittle Snooky Wookums

55. You like To Be Spontaneous Once.......elihwa in (in awhile)

56. You Like To Honk At Cows

57. I'll Show You Later

58. That Mischievous Look You Get On Your Face When You've Done Something Naughty

59. You Secretly Love To Read The Headlines Of Supermarket Tabloids

60. The "Little Kid" IN You Can Always Manage To Bring Out The "Little Kid" In Me

61. Because Of How Sweet And Innocent You Look When You're Sleeping

62. You're So Good At "Footsies"

63. When You See That Sign That Says "WET PAINT" You're Really Tempted To Touch it...Just To Make Sure

64. You Don't Hog The Covers

65. We Both Think Extra Cheese Is A Necessary Pizza Ingredient

66. They Way You Say My Name

67. 3 Words: Lips, Lips, LIPS!

68. You've Got Me Right Where I Want Me

69. You Can Give My Goose Bumps Goose Bumps

70. You've Taken The Place Of My Teddy Bear

71. You Don't Take Those Magazine Compatibility Quizzes Seriously. Do You?

72. When We Watch A Movie You Laugh At The Same Places I Do!

73. You Know WHEN To Stop Kidding Me

74. There's No One I'd Rather Be With At Twilight On A Cobbled Street In Paris.

75. Cuz You Got It All And You Know What To Do With It

76. You Don't Mind If I Sing Off-Key....Much

77. If I Got A Job In Timbuktu, you'd Go There With Me

78. After You Ask, ' How Was your Day" you Actually Listen

79. Sometimes You Let ME Have The Remote Control

80. You Love Me for More Than Just My Body.

81. We Have The Same Opinion About Certain Family Members

82. No One Has A Better Shoulder To Cry On

83. I Can't Finish A Crossword Puzzle Without You

84. You're Willing To Go To My Class Reunion

85. We Liked The Same TV Shows When We Were Kids

86. The Way You Touch Me You-Know Where.

87. Just Because.

88. You'll make The Phone Calls I Don't Want To.

89. You Remember To Check The Oil

90. The Way You Worry About Me

91. You Look So Cute When You're Sweaty

92. You'll Go To My Kind Of Movie...Just To Keep Me Company

93. You've Been Featured In My Very Best Dreams

94. You Don't Say "I Told You So" (Well Most Of The Time)

95. You're Better For Me Than A Multivitamin

96. If I feel Down, You'd Only Laugh AFTER You Found Out I Wasn't Hurt

97. You Know How To Say, "I'm Sorry"

98. I'd Rather Talk To You Than Watch Television....Usually

99. You'd Never Want Us To Get Matching Tattos

100. You Only Sneak Good Stuff Into The Grocery Cart.

101. Because Everyday You Give Me Even More Reasons To Love You And You Always Will.
 
     

(1 Lie | Lie to me)

 
Understand   
06:17pm 12/02/2003
  Understand

I Understand Pain
And Why People Cry
I Understand Differences
And Why People Die

I Understand Why People Scream
And Why We All Bleed
I Understand Why People Help
By Doing Good Deeds

I Understand Why There's Suicide
And Why People Blow Holes Through Their Head
I Understand Why We Have Grave Yards
To Visit The Missed, The Dead

I Understand Why We Die
And Go To Another Place
But Do You Understand Why
I Have An Untouchable Face?

Do You Understand What Hurts Me
And Why I Want To Die?
All Night Long I Lay Awake
With The Haunting Sound Of My Cry

Do You Understand The Things I See
That Are All Locked Up Inside
Murder, Death, Suicide,
A Pain That Won't Subside

You And I Understand A Lot Of Thing
More Than We'll Ever See
But The One Thing I Don't Understand,
Is Why You Don't Love Me???

*~*Kaity*~*
 
     

(Lie to me)

 
So What.....   
05:19pm 12/02/2003
 
mood: lonely
So What

So What If I Taste The Infection In The Back Of my Throat When I Cough. So What If My Skin Is Deathly White. And So What If I Take 1000 mg Of Anti-histamnines, Just TO Render My Half-conscious For Hours On End, Just To Avoid Feeling Things....

So What If I Don't Eat Enough. So What If I Cry Myself To Sleep Every Night. So What If I Didn't Wear Underwear Today. So What If The Temperature Was Below Freezing....

So What If I'll Do Anything To Make People Happy. So What If I'm Easy. So What Id Pain Isn't Uncomfortable. So What If Scars Are Beautiful. So What If The Stars Are Beautiful, As Well. So What If I Know What Rope Burns Feel Like. So What If I Remember What Kind Of Bruises Handcuffs Make....

So What If I Lay Awake At Night, And Dream Of Something Better. So What If I Recall The Romantic Idea Of Watching The Stars With Someone Whom I Adore, Wrists And Bodies Bleeding From Razor Wounds....

So What If I Think You Hate Me. So What If You Don't Return My Calls {Idontcareireallydont}. So What If All I Can Do Is Sin, And Sin Well, At That. So What If I have No Past, No Present, No Future. So What If I'm A Fucking Melodramatic....

So What If You Can't Stand Me. So What If I Would Cut Myself Because Of All The Things I Regret. So What If Finally, I'm Teaching Myself Never To Regret Things. So What If I Have Money. So What If I'm Unhealthy. So What If People Are Drawn To Me. So What If I Can't Help Being Nice To Everyone....

So What If I'm Easily Controlled. So What If I'm Submissive. So What If I'm Drawn To Destructive Situations. So What If I Just Want To Feel Special. So What If I Want To Know People Write Poetry About Me....

So What If I'm Starting To Burn Away Again. So What If Loneliness Is Eating Me Alive. So What If I Miss You....

So What.....
 
     

(Lie to me)

 
*~*Blank*~*   
08:10pm 11/02/2003
 
mood: blank
I'm feeling very blank at the moment, maybe becuase i have never expressed myself in a public matter when it comes to my wirtings. I'm pretty much sitting here writing the first thing that pops into my complexed mind.

You know i think i have too many Demons in my closet, or Baggage or CHICKENS! I Suppose that's what the phrase is supposed to say, anyways, you get what i'm saying..right?? To Many Demons, To Much Baggage,To many Burnt out ligts.

And my god, do i have a lot of problems!? No.....I Think Not....But Even If I do have few problems, i think they always tend to be major problems!! Errr...Anyways....

I Need To Get All This Out Of My Mind!!

I need to tear holes into my worn out body and let everything that is dirty drain out.....
Everything....all of the images, of pain, death, suicide, and hate....let everthing drip away...

I Need to get out of this stupid little town....let me come live with you....

Please Oh Please!!

I'll Bake You Cookies......

Love Always....

*~*Kaity*~*
 
     

(Lie to me)

 
*~*Blank*~*   
07:55pm 11/02/2003
 
mood: blank
I'm feeling very blank at the moment, maybe becuase i have never expressed myself in a public matter when it comes to my wirtings. I'm pretty much sitting here writing the first thing that pops into my complexed mind.

You know i think i have too many Demons in my closet, or Baggage or CHICKENS! I Suppose that's what the phrase is supposed to say, anyways, you get what i'm saying..right?? To Many Demons, To Much Baggage,To many Burnt out ligts.

And my god, do i have a lot of problems!? No.....I Think Not....But Even If I do have few problems, i think they always tend to be major problems!! Errr...Anyways....

I Need To Get All This Out Of My Mind!!

I need to tear holes into my worn out body and let everything that is dirty drain out.....
Everything....all of the images, of pain, death, suicide, and hate....let everthing drip away...

I Need to get out of this stupid little town....let me come live with you....

Please Oh Please!!

I'll Bake You Cookies......

Love Always....

*~*Kaity*~*
 
     

(Lie to me)