It Might Be a Second Too Late.

You give me something
That makes me scared alright
This could be nothing
But I'm willing to give it a try
Please give me something
Because someday I might call you from my heart

But it might be a second too late
And the words that I could never say
Are gonna come out anyway.

You give me something
That makes me scared alright
This could be nothing
But I'm willing to give it a try
Please give me something.
 
Please give me something,

Because someday I might know my heart ...

You Gotta Get With My Friends.

I've had a week to stew over this comment I received on this entry.  While it seems futile to respond to someone who is under the cover of anonymity and may never actually return to read my blog, I felt I needed to respond.

Anonymous said: Guess that's just a learning experience on you to find better friends.

I wrote that entry out of anger, in the heat of the moment.  And yes, I do admit it does reflect poorly on my friends.  That being said, however, I have wonderful friends, the situation is the undesirable.  Please don't presume because of one angry entry I wrote during one of my depressive phases that I have bad friends.  One entry is not at all indicative of the "goodness" of the personalities I choose to surround myself.

I'm just in a rough stage of my life where situations are complicated and sometimes even the most simple things set me off, and it's really no one's fault.

Your Broken Heart Requires All of My Attention.

Year One.

It feels like it was just yesterday.

Square one.

1 step forward, 365 steps back.

Lonely one.

Resentful towards current, visible romances.

Broken one.

Sad really doesn't begin to cover it.

Only one.

"Afraid nothing can save me but the sound of your voice."

I Don't Deserve to Be This Sad.

After a day of being built up and complimented - and actually believing it and feeling good about yourself, all it takes is one disapproving glare from the right person to send it all crashing down.

I guess I should just accept the fact that I'll only ever be a disappointment to you.  Maybe then I wouldn't be so sad all the time.

You Look so Different, But You Feel the Same.

If any of you hadn't noticed, the majority of my blog titles come from song lyrics; usually the ones I have playing in the background while writing.  Maroon 5, Bruno Mars, Grace Potter and the Nocturnals, and Esthero have been on heavy rotation for me these past few weeks during my commutes.  This song in particular has been on repeat probably 100 times at least just in the last week.

What am I supposed to do to get by?

Did I lose everything I need to survive?

'Cause at 4am, when the sweat sets in

Did you get my message? Did it send?

Or did you just get on with your life?

Oh, I'm taking time to think and

I don't think it's fair for us to

Turn around and say goodbye

I have this feeling when I

Finally find the words to say

But I can't tell you if you turn around

And run away, run away