The Meandering Mind of a Curious Girl

Misery haunting me
Take yourself elsewhere
I’m to busy for you
I’ve gone to find shelter

The storm may return
The mists may set in
I gotta keep moving on
I won’t give in

The grey skies threaten
To drench me in sorrow
The lighting aims to electrify pain
But I will still
Be here tomorrow
Here in my shelter
I will remain

The storm may return
The mists may set in
I gotta keep moving on
I won’t give in

The dark skies are clearing
Although the clouds remain grey
I will go on now
We can all eventually
Escape the rain
Heal all the pain
Venture forth again

Walk on the ocean
Step on the stones
Flesh becomes water
Wood becomes bone

What’s my problem? I think I want to play with fire. I want what I’m not supposed to have. Help! Somebody be stupid with me so I don’t make a fool of myself!

Tired

While I’m wishing, I might as well right it down:
1) I wish Chase was spending the summer with me
2) I wish I was better at ice cream cones
3) I wish I had made more money
4) I wish I lived in Florida
5) I wish finals week was over

The End

Why is it this way? Why do you have those days when you’re hurting but you can’t really say why? Partly because you don’t know and partly because you just can’t form it into words. But you’re upset and you miss him and you are going through a lot and you are just so mad because he isn’t here. But that isn’t his fault but for some reason you are still mad. Idk. Sometimes I just wish he would find this blog.

These last two weeks will be successful. I will, with self respect in tact, keep my head above water. Some people may not like that but I don’t care. Watch me rise above.

I worry that you are just going to surpass me. Are you just going to leave me behind? *sigh* Am I just a means to an end? Are you going to want to do the same things I want to do?

Sometimes I just want somebody to hang out and listen to indigo girls with me and talk about books and make up stories. I love being told stories. It’s so romantic. And then we would sit outside and look at the stars. I want to hear poetry under the stars. I just need a change of pace.

Are we growing apart? Is he interested in other girls? Idk but all we have are phone calls and you don’t seem to want to talk anymore