I've said it once, and I'll say it again: I don't care if I'm a 'significant other,' I don't care if I'm a good friend, I don't care if I'm barely an acquaintance. Just as long as remembering me is a happy thought. I think that's all need, from anybody. At the very least, I want to be something to be smiled about.
Oh they told me I was gorgeous in a way, and that fateful day I found who I was. So fill this hole with my prescriptions. I just keep feeding my addictions.
And all the friends that I have gone through, and how much I deserve the pain. It's a shame.
You were the ones that stood by my side...
So hold your head. Hold it up high. Here's to the friends that were alibis. Keep this close by your side. When I come home we will have our night.
Right now? I'm not finding what I'm looking for. My energy is in all the wrong places. I feel wasted, in many definitions of the phrase. Writing, art, school, NOTHING is going the way I've tried to make it. I'm sick of throwing myself into vulnerability just to drown.
I would give anything to have someone sit me down at night, listen to what I have to say, shut my lips with theirs, and whisper that I'm worth everything I hope I am, once more. Then perhaps it wouldn't be hard to fall asleep, and it might not feel like a burden to wake up.
Mood:Regretful.
Music:----
