complete and total adoration, my gift to you, my heart was yours. in ten weeks you shaped it, in one night you murdered it. torn from my chest and laid at your feet, that first step you took was the worst. since then you've walked a thousand miles in solace and short remark, and I still have these memories, but we'll never see what we could have been. remember when we talked about where we'd be a year from now? remember when you held my hand like you'd never let it go? remember, cause that's all you can do. we'll never make another memory, we'll never make another memory. I wish I'd have died in your arms the last time we were together, so I wouldn't have to wake without you today. this time I thought things were real, you said they were, what happened? you were a priority, was I an option? I let you see a side of me that I don't share with anyone. promises are just words unless they are fulfilled. knew from the beginning all I had to offer you was my heart, I'm sorry that it wasn't enough. so, we'll go our own ways, and hopefully you'll remember the things I've told you, hopefully you'll understand that everything I said was in sincerity. a broken heart is not what I wanted from this, but I guess I've learned from it. but aren't you supposed to learn from your mistakes? I don't consider this a mistake, I just wish the story didn't end this way, cause I'm still in love with the person who helped me write it. remember when you held my hand like you'd never let it go? remember when we talked about where we'd be a year from now?

apologies mean nothing when they're forced.



you aren't shit motherfucker.

i'm sick of the monotony.
i want a change.
i want something REALLY good to happen to me, for once.

forever isn't far enough away from you.

not once, not twice, not three times, but four.



i need to keep that in mind next time.

so excited, lindsay had her baby on the 13th around 7pm.
it was a little baby girl, and she is so adorable.
she still isn't named yet.



i got a new camera and got my nails done, thanks to my income tax check. (:

this pretty much sums up everything else.

amantes sunt amentes

do i sound mad? well I guess i'm a little pissed. every action has a point, five points make a fist. you close em', you swing em', it's hurts when it hits. and the truth can be a bitch, but if the boot fits... i got an idea: you should get a tattoo that says warning. that's all, just a warning, so the potential victim can take a left and save breath, and avoid you, sober and upset in the morning.

steelers won. (:

i so don't want to go to work tomorrow.
and i reallly need to figure out what i want to do with opening up my availability.
its like...ugh.