Friday, January 13, 2012

"A Hospital For Souls"

A post I saw on Tumblr.

"A Hospital For Souls"

Mine needs a hospital. I am broken down inside. I cant hide myself anymore. But I have to. But here I go. Emotions on lock down. Show none, see none, speak none. YOU DONT FUCKIN KNOW ME. I am not who I was, I am not who I am. I am nothing like you. Im different and none of you will ever get that.
These words blur. I can not read them. I can not sleep, but I can for eternity. I cant breathe... sometimes.
But you don't care. Do you? NO. NO YOU FUCKIN' DON'T.
And neither do I.

Here's to sending my soul away.
To a place where is can rest and play.
To all the girls and boys, following the noise.
Keep going theres none here.
There is almost nothing to fear.
Here I stay, my head to rest.
And now I wish you all the best.

Silvermoon

Friday, January 6, 2012

Priorities

Maybe he's right.
He is busy. I am busy, maybe this is better.
I want to be his friend. More then anything. He is the only one I will truly be happy going to semi with. But maybe this is for the best. Maybe it will help me get my priorities straight.
Ah priorities.
I feel like I have no friends sometime. So thats out of the way. Recently I have lots of older friends. They are all seniors. I have such a good time with them. They all talk to me like a human and don't make fun of me for being me. They make fun of the stupid things I do. We make fun of each other. And they invite me to things and aren't super secretive about life. I feel so free with them. They will all be leaving for smart people schools soon. I will miss them greatly but I will enjoy the time I have with them now.

Art and school. My top priorities. College fits in the art category. And SAT's fit in the school category. Those are very intensive categories. I know I have to work hard. I think thats why I was meant to be alone right now. To focus. Work hard. Do my best. Go to art school.... the place I have only seen in my dreams.

So my priorities start this weekend.
Sleep. Because I cant be sick anymore.
Do art. Because I am showing my portfolio in a few weeks.
Homework. Huck Finn is due MONDAY. And I need mock trial stuff for TUESDAY.
And a thesis statement... Suny us... thats MONDAY.

I can do this. Breath in and out [like your'e pregnant my friend would say].
Goodnight.

<3 Silvermoon

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Single

He dumped me on Monday morning.
He called and asked me out to coffee to "talk about us". As soon as I saw those words thought the worst and felt tears running down my face. I changed my attitude, pulled myself together, and wished for the best.
I walked in and sat down at a table. he came in, asked how I was, and told me we couldn't be together anymore. It didn't matter if we were at my house, his, I was gonna cry and I did. There were tears everywhere.
He told me it was for the better, held my hand while I cried. My best friend. Right in front of me. We didn't talk about us. He ended us.
And now its Wednesday night. I am crying writing this. I cry when I talk about it. There are so many things I wish I could say to him... but cant. I want to hug him, but people told me that wasn't a good idea. And he avoids me. Well, tries not to make contact with me. And all I want to fuckin' do is kiss him.
A few girls have really helped me through this and I owe them eternally. They all support me and let me know things will get better. But all I want is him back.

He ran track in middle school... cause I did.
He wrote my remember me poem in english... the most beautiful thing I ever heard.
He took me to see the fireworks alone... but I was afraid to hold his hand.
He dated my best friend... when I was taken.
He got jealous of his friend... who I was with.
He comforted me when we broke up... because he knew I was alone.
He kissed me on the cheek on our friends front steps at a party and admitted how he's liked me since middle school too.

Right now I wish I could take him in my arms, kiss him on the cheek, cry into his shirt and to hear him say "its okay, I am here for you".
I miss the way hed giggle after he kissed me.
I miss the times hed look at me and go"you've really grown up and you are really beautiful".
I hate the fact that HE MAY STILL LIKE ME TOO BUT DOESNT WANT TO BE WITH ME.

My heart is fuckin smashed.