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This is to you.

Thu, 03 Sep 2009 02:14:05 GMT

Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here today to mourn the unmailed letters and the lonely Decembers. the children ask, "does it ever go away?" they`re asking about heartache and you know better than to lie so you answer truthfully and you say "no, it doesn`t. it doesn`t go away." one day you`re jumping in puddles and the next thing you know 30 years have passed and you`re telling your kids to walk around them. everyone is taught to look both ways before crossing the street and to talk quietly in the library, but no one ever learns anything that matters, like how to keep breathing when your heart breaks in half.

Reel me in, once i've gotten away. Just like you always do. Have me make you feel what ever you feel, again. All the while... Tearing me apart. [me]

She hides herself with music.
She never shows her feelings;
always keeping things bottled up inside.
When she exposed it all.
When she told me how I've made her
feel; I haven't looked at her the same again.
I'm mad for depending on you and wasting my time on you. I'm mad for thinking about you, and most
of all for not hating you when I should have.[me]

When you are c/u/t the deepest, and on the very verge of d.e.a.t.h. Smile and say, "Everything's okay." [me]

If I could have only one wish, I would wish for you to be happy....
happiness is hidden in places unrecognized. and places you have already looked... all you have
to do is look harder.[me]

You had me.
You had me, and you left.
It has nothing to do with me.
It's about you, and it's always about you.
What you want and what you need.
You know... it seems like that you only want me
When you can't have me.
You like the chase and that's all.
So you know what?
You can have it.
I'm gone.

The two hardest things to say in life:
Hello for the first time
And goodbye for the last.

I'm mad at myself, not you. I'm mad for
a.l.w.a.y.s being nice. I'm mad for always apologizing
for things I didn't do. I'm mad for getting a\t/t\a/c\h/e\d/.

It's days like these that I think of you,
I can still picture your perfect smile.
The dull ache in my heart hasn't gone a_w_a_y,
and I still can remember how it felt when we touched.

It was only then that I felt whole.

People don't keep journals for themselves.
They keep them for other people,
like a secret they don't want to
tell, but they want e.v.e.r.y.o.n.e to know

How can it be that two of the greatest friends in the world
Can go from being each other's everything
To falling apart and becoming absolutely nothing?

I'm standing in front of you,
Looking you in the eyes,
and for the first time in my life,
I'm not afraid to let you go.[i think]...I hope.

[pics not by me]

Saturday, March 08, 2008

Sat, 08 Mar 2008 06:33:15 GMT

I hurt you.
but... did it ever occur to you...
It actually hurt me too.
Even if I didn't show it.

I promised you,
You were unlike anyone else in my life.
I mean that.

"All humans need a degree of attention. Some people get it at the right time, when they are 13 or 14, people get loved at the right stages. If this doesn't happen, if the love isn't there, you can quite easily just fade away. ... In a sense I always felt that being troubled as a teenager was par for the course. I wasn't sure that I was dramatically unique. I knew other people who were at the time desperate and suicidal. They despised life and detested all other living people. In a way that made me feel a little bit secure. Because I thought, well, maybe I'm not so intense after all. Of course, I was. I despised practically everything about human life, which does limit one's weekend activities."

I want this
to be to you.
And for only you to know.
so that when you read it... you just know.
That it's for you.
And when everyone else reads it....
they're thinking how lucky the person it's to must be.

Tonight I thought.
How every girl that I've thought...
was unlike any other.
It's true... They weren't like any... but e v e n t u a l l y ...
They all fell in-line... and soon they were all the same.

But this time.
I don't think you'll fall in-line.
You're different.
You'll be different.

"Wait, are you okay with this, is it special?"
"Eric... It's just sex..."
"No, wait... I can't... [pushes girl off] I'm in love!"
"I hope that girl realizes how much you love her..."
"She doesn't."

"You rode a horse for me?"
"yeahh... =] "

I was terrified.

Sat, 19 Jan 2008 06:20:55 GMT

because I let you in.

    Never mind..
            Forget it.
They're just memories inside of a spiral notebook.
               You can say I changed and I can say you did too..
        You never knew me to begin with.

What ever makes you see.
Makes you believe.

"yeah. i have to admit ive thought about that a lot.
and i want to stop thinking about it and make it happen.
then we can stop imagining and make it real. <3"
~ =]

My head is in the sky, but my heart is with you.

i want to be someone's last call of the night
& their first thought in the morning. i want
those 5 hour conversations that end in
"no.. you hangup first". i want the heart
racing, palm sweaty, "what's gunna happen
next" moments. i want the hugs that you
never want to let go of & the stolen
kisses that are always the sweetest. but
most importantly, i just want to know
someone considers me theirs.

But then do you realize... you should consider them yours, aswell.

I'm just learning somehting to contrast you against.

Sometimes things happen. Things happen even when you ~~don't intend~~ them to happen. Maybe at the beginning you had good intentions, or no intentions, or intentions you thought were harmless. But hell was paved with good intentions.

When you're depressed, you don't pay a lot of attention to the
world around you. You don't want to see anyone. There are things you
want to say - real things - honest things - but they're buried so deep
inside, it's an effort to drag them to the surface.

So you failed. You wanna be really great?
Then have the courage to fail big and stick around.
Make them wonder why you're still s m i l i n g .

Sometimes I just wish she'd do for me... what I do for her.

We'll make it happen.
-We always do.
Certainly :]

I saw that house.
                Your dream house.
I drove s l o w and reminsced.
            Oh, boy.

Here's to this.

Sat, 29 Dec 2007 15:39:06 GMT

I love and hate when I look into peoples' eyes. I love it because it means for that one moment we are connected. I hate it because it means they are looking into mine.

I promise
That's the funny thing about promises... are you ever sure? No. because a promise isn't meant to be a definite unmoving devotion to something... It is just a reassurance that you will do everything in your power to make, what ever it is you "promised" true.

What sucks... is when I'm drawing on paper and I write "I <3"... I have nothing to say next...

If you pick up a starving dog and make him prosperous, he will not bite you; that is the principal difference between a dog and a man.
~Mark Twain

It's funny how when you finally start to get over
someone, you start seeing them in a whole new
perspective. It's like you're looking through the
eyes of your best friend and you realize she's
nothing special at all and she never was.... She's just an ordinary girl.

So please, just be patient. I'm so
afraid to care about someone. I
know it seems like I'm this strong
guy who can get through everything.

I haven't fallen for you... No that's just too much.
But I have definitely lost my balance for you, so far.

Heres to this,
What ever itis.
Lets just enjoy the ride. close our eyes, and let it fly.

I no longer feel trapped...
I'm finally feeling free.

BE FREE

Pictures speak louder than words.
Actions speak louder than words.
That's why I did what I did.

[Lie] with me.

Fri, 28 Dec 2007 08:24:26 GMT

Lets lay together, just you and I... and paint our masterpiece on the silence.

Why'd you walk out? Why don't you want to see me?
makes me wonder What did I do?

No I don't need you.
I just really want you with me.

My poision. my escape. Give it up, live longer, and unhappy. Or keep on, live shorter, but happy? That my friends, is the question.

~I promised. And I Won't break it. Someday... You'll see.

It's all happening so fast.

Sometimes when you follow your intuitions, and just go along for the ride, you actually turn out happy. So just hold on, and fly by the seat of your pants.

Go ahead, just stare at us.
All those looks... for what? You don't know what we're thinking.
Do we even know what we're thinking?
I'm thinking we're happier.

its hard to watch people
change right in front of you
but the worst part is remembering who they used to be

You're outta here.

Mon, 17 Dec 2007 04:10:46 GMT

It's true.

And I'm fine with it.

So if we play our cards right.

we might get

You need to...

In-order to

Keep looking down the road.
open your eyes.
because with them shut, you're blind.

Most people are:
Metathesiophobic.

And he said, "I actually cared about your feelings...you, you just threw mine aside."

And I won't let those m i s t a k e s make me live for the future in fear.

He turned to his buddy right before they passed out
and in a drunken haze asked,
"Man... do you think it's possible to love someone... you've never met in person?"
his buddy responded, "sure man, sure."
He layed his head down, and when he woke up...
those three words, replayed in his head.
The only words from that night he wanted to remember,"sure man, sure."

Livin' on the fray of life. <3

Throw them all away.

Hello, from another world.

Sun, 04 Nov 2007 11:04:50 GMT

You can never fully appreciate what you have until you no longer have it.

Right now, i am sitting in the lobby of a hotel in india. Let me tell you, life here is different. Uncomparably different to my small, ohioan life. In the US.

I always thought I'd like my own tombstone to be blank. No epitaph, and no name. Well, actually, I'd like it to say "figment."

I've been reading a lot about Andy Warhol.

He is on intrigueing man.

During the 1960s, I think, people forgot what emotions were supposed to be. And I don't think they've ever remembered.

~Andy

Fantasy love is much better than reality love. Never doing it is very exciting. The most exciting attractions are between two opposites that never meet.

~Andy

I suppose I have a really loose interpretation of ''work,'' because I think that just being alive is so much work at something you don't always want to do. The machinery is always going. Even when you sleep.

~Andy

(These are my personal favorites)

I'm afraid that if you look at a thing long enough, it loses all of its meaning.
~Andy

The most exciting attractions are between two opposites that never meet.

~Andy.

His words are profound. and Simple.

Something I love to think of to say, but he beat me to it.

He succeeded in wording things, more simply, than the phiolsiphizers that huge senseless jargon.

Slipping. Falling. Running.

Fri, 26 Oct 2007 02:44:52 GMT

The scent of coffee, and the quiet murmur of the cooler. The warmth slowly emitting from the fire place, touching me.
Sitting in the couch, sinking into the cushion.
I realize how long it's been since I've been in this coffee shop, and how much longer it's been since i've been in here alone. I like it. It's a needed get away.
~~~~~~
You're so close.
Just past these plaster walls.
I could go.
I could go to you. Just to say hi.
But I can't. I won't.
I don't know why.

Running on empty.

You will get hurt.
You will hurt others.

Sometimes I wish things were the way they used to be.

Getting what you want. No one to care.
But really. People care more than ever.

Waiting for that person, to make me fall.
Someone has come frighteningly close, but none have succeeded.
Or do i just not want to admit it? Because that means i confirm it.

Don't worry about me, hun.
I'm nothin' but a memory.

I'm just about to get outta here.
Leave for awhile.
Take a vacation. To a far away place.
It will be the longest time i've gone without contact with you
How's it going to turn out?

Out of your list of flaws.
I see the beauty of imprefection.

Do you believe in something beautiful?
Then get up and be it.

Becoming. everyday. More and more.

Won't it work?

Tue, 09 Oct 2007 03:19:03 GMT

I wanted you to fight for me.
I wanted you to say that there was no one else that you could ever be with,
& that you wanted to be with me.

I swore to you I wouldn't give up.
I would never hang up.
I would never walk away.
... I just might...

So, watch movies with me, alone.
Go to dinner with me, Alone.
Walk with me,
talk with me, alone.
but let us be, Together.

Why can't it be?

Lets bake cookies together, and we can get into those flour wars. And I can smudge the dough on your nose, and then lick it back off. Lets lay down, and fall asleep, with your head in my shoulders. Lets drive together to no specific destination blaring the music, singing loudly and out of tune. Lets be infinite.

Sometimes, even if we don't want to... We have to turn our backs.

~Nik
[all but the first was by me]

New faces: Old ways diminish.

Thu, 04 Oct 2007 02:24:32 GMT

There's nothing you or I can do about it.

If you're not willing to risk it all, then you don't want it bad enough.

When it's just me and you.

Who knows what we could do.

If we can just make it through

The toughest part of the day.~Staind

More and more everyday... just like you.
I fell into your hole.. and i can only go deeper.

^^^
Even if it seems like I don't.
Remember, not all is as it seems...

~I took that lol
What used to be... now isn't even there.
Losing grip more and more, falling further and further.
~Me

When you need to get your mind off of something; find a passion.

It is remarkable what you can learn from little kids. A week with 200 kids under the age of 12.
you learn a lot.
More about your own life, and new ideas/ views that you'd ever expect.

My challenge to you: Find one of those little-kid-views, and see if it coinsides or makes any correlation to your life.

See if you like it.

Try something new.

Ps.

Starting over again is the hardest part.
Go back to the beginning...
Start new, and remove everything you're used to.
All those awkward moments you still have to go through.
The long all night talks.
The firsts you have.
The first time yours hands brush. or your lips touch.
the First date, or first time meeting their parents.
All the things you've grown accustomed to, at the beginning stages.
It's quite different.
not bad.
but different.