Just Like You Said It Would Be

Just Like You Said It Would Be

Semi Charmed Girl

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Some day somebody's gonna ask you, a question that you should say YES to. [Sunday, October 8th, 2006 @ 8:36pm]

I think that maybe we're all born hating eachother.
And maybe the goal in life is to learn to love eachother.
I'm still a toddler in this progression.

[1][+]Sent out the SOS call.

I hate those people that'll tell you... [Wednesday, August 23rd, 2006 @ 11:28am]

[ music | Everclear ]

Everything is a cage.
Everything contains me.
Fuck everything.

"can you believe he actually thinks that I am really alive?"

I'm a master at taking and giving.
Is that why you're leaving?

Sent out the SOS call.

Carnival Miracle. [Sunday, August 20th, 2006 @ 11:58am]

[ mood | I just don't know. ]

It would be so much easier to say that everything works out in the end. But, in the end, you die. So, it never really works out, does it?
It would be easier to make silly little promises that are supposed to mean something, and though we can't, we try.

I'm sorry that I'm a second-hand friend.
I'm sorry that I'm in the process of breaking your heart.
I'm sorry for being in the process of breaking my own.
But, you see, there's nothing really to look forward to if you won't look forward.
And you won't.
So, I can't.

You said I broke your heart.
You've been breaking mine since the day that we met.
& it's nothing that I can help,
I don't know what you want me to say.

You just keep leaving, so when you left today, I pretended that you were leaving forever.
It makes it so much easier when you put a lid on it, and though I keep trying to see the best that I can,
I still manage to cloud all my sarcastic vision with something that I hate: myself.

I don't know which one of us is wrong here, whether either, neither, or both.
All I know is that it's hard to see you, talk to you, love you, knowing that you cannot promise to do the same.

And then a little part of me dies,
but it's not the part that loves you.

Sent out the SOS call.

WHATEVERRRRRRRR. [Tuesday, August 8th, 2006 @ 6:02pm]

They say that life isn't fair.
YEAH?
WEll,
I say,
FUCK LIFE!

[1][+]Sent out the SOS call.

Something To Say [Saturday, August 5th, 2006 @ 6:26pm]

[ mood | I miss you, you're not gone. ]

[ music | Wheat- Don't I Hold You ]

It's a suggestive action to... take the world in your hands and pretend that you have permission to do so.
I have no idea where I'll end up;
graduating next year in a white cap and gown,
at an overly-expensive college that I can't afford to be at.

I'll wait far a kiss,
just answer this,
where will I be?
Where will you be?

It all appeals to me,
the bright lights of future,
the unidealistic hand gestures I'll have at the end,
the unidealistic status I already have.

I don't care what it all matters,
I'm making a suggestive gesture by taking theworld into my hands and pretending that I have permission to do so.
I have my owm permission,
mother,
father,
sister,
brother,
friend.

I make this world, my loves,
and you cannot,
will not
shall not take any part is taking it,
breaking it,
or making it into something that I have not given you permission to do.
It's a suggestive action to... take the world in your hands and pretend that you have permission to do so.

It'll be a fair journey when I reach the beginning of the end, the peak to a ten story fall.
It'll be a mean, kind, sad, happy journey when reach the end of the end. When I reach the beginning.

This is the first day of the rest of your life.

This is the last day of the first of your life.

This is YOUR day of YOUR life.

It's a suggestive action to... take the world in your hands and pretend that you have permission to do so.

We're all so provacative.

Sent out the SOS call.

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