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My heart is so broken that its too hard to write.
Tonight I am alone and so lonely is the night.
I’m feeling weak but I’m never giving up this fight.
But I know in my heart, the way you love me is not right.
Oh, fuck poems. I just want to say I hate “love” and “relationships” right now. FUCKING HATE YOU.
You should not be afraid of ending up alone but ending up with someone who makes you feel alone. Every night it just seems to be lonelier and lonelier. Sigh*
1. Pay the rent
2. Pay the electricity bill
3. Study for my math exam once again
4. Friday assignments for Environmental Ethics and PRCG
On the first page of our story
The future seemed so bright
Then this thing turned out so evil
I don’t know why I’m still surprised
Even angels have their wicked schemes
And you take that to new extremes
But you’ll always be my hero
Even though you’ve lost your mind
I decided to start on of these so that I can become a more productive person. In the mornings I will have a “Goals for the Day” and at night I will have this (Accomplishments for the Day)! No matter how little or how big, no matter how insignificant or significant it may be I will write everything down!
1. I woke up early and went to class on time for Human Anatomy Lab
2. I went to my math class
3.I studied for my math exam (which is tomorrow) for 3 hours straight!
4. I finally made myself look presentable today, I usually look like a hobo -_-
5. I was very nice to Matt today! LOL, I am always usually very irritable especially around him
6. I did NOT take an unnecessary nap in the midst of the day today
7. My lazy ass got out of the house and went to the computer lab on campus (where I am right now)
Days when I just want it all to disappear. Days when flowers never bloom and the sun never rises. Nights that last forever. Nights that never see dawn or feel the warmth of the great star. Owls that travel alone far tire of the journey. Bison that run in herds of many but always feel at one. That star, the one star, shining bright all alone light years away is finally dying just the way it was planned to be.
Sometimes, things may not seem as they are. The strong might in fact be the most weak. Those who seem most joyous might actually be those who are the least content in life. The house might be as beautiful as can be on the outside but the inside might be a storm.
And why do we act this certain way? Why do we pretend that things are okay when they are not? Why do we care so much about what others think of us? Why do we allow the judgment of others control our lives?
Why do we have to pretend?