DRose's blog: "she had a weakness for writers"

yeah i was insane and shopping at the outlets from 12am-430am..lmao im surprised i didnt try to kill anyone.. it was insane BUT worth it..because the sales at coach..were unreal...lol oh how i love bags<3

if i could find the courage to tell you how i really felt would you welcome the truth with open arms? if i could make you see would you still be doing this to me? now with shaking fingers and whispered lips how long until you realize this? this could be what makes you happy. someone pinch me wake me up from this slumber the rest is no longer needed make me see hard, cold reality. your response is empty and i am growing impatient, relentless lines over and over cross my mind just give me my moment just give me some time and well...you would realize

It amazes me how at one point you can look into someone’s eyes and see everything, feel everything, all at once like its been building inside your spine for years, and then at another point you can look into the same baby blues and see nothing, nothing at all. Or how you can hear someone’s voice, hear their breath leave their lips and feel so overwhelmed to the point your own breathing becomes labored, and then hear the same voice and cringe with feelings that are too hard to explain. Or how you can get caught in a day dream, and it feels so real, only to snap out of it and sit there for the next few hours in disappointment. Or driving the same route home every night, relaxing, and sure, until one day it feels so far away from all that you know. How sitting in your own drive way can sometimes make you feel like a million miles from home. It is strange how a baby’s cry is breath taking and beautiful, and a cry of the elderly is sad and depressing. Tears are just tears after all aren't they? Or how one word can have more then one meaning, which is fascinating. Or how a rambling on my own thoughts can leave me this confused, when I am the one who thought them up to begin with.

Summer time and the wind is blowing outside in lower Chelsea. And I don't know what I'm doing in this city, The sun is always in my eyes, It crashes through the windows, And I'm sleeping on the couch, When I came to visit you, That's when I knew, That I could never have you, I knew that before you did, Still I'm the one who's stupid, And there's this burning, Like there's always been, I've never been so alone, And I've never been so alive. Visions of you on a motorcycle drive by, The cigarette ash flies in your eyes, And you don't mind, you smile, And say the world doesn't fit with you. I don't believe you, You're so serene. Careening through the universe, Your axis on a tilt, You're guiltless and free, I hope you take a piece of me with you, And there's things I would like to do that you don't believe in, I would like to build something, Buy you'll never going see it happen, And there's this burning, Like there's always been, I've never been so alone, And I've, I've never been so alive, And there's this burning, There is this burning ay ay ay. Where's the soul. I want to know, New York City is evil. The surface is everything, but I could never do that, Someone would see through that. And this is the last time, We'll be friends again. I'll get over you, you'll wonder, who I am. And there's this burning, Just like there's always been, I've never been so alone, alone, alive, alive, I've never been so alive, so alive I go home to the coast. It starts to rain, I paddle out on the water alone, Taste the salt and taste the pain. I'm not thinking of you again, Summer dies and swells rise, The sun goes down in my eyes, See this rolling wave, Darkly coming to take me home, And I never been so alone, And I've never been so alive. (i love this song! Third Eye Blind<3)