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Tuesday, February 3, 2009


I miss the days when she used to beg,
Despite the fact that things are probably better off this way.
The natural order of things couldn't concur:
To be respected isn't enough anymore, I need to be idolized.
Baby, I'm as indestructible as paper planes, and every bit as likely to crash.
I'm only a god as long as you say I am,
Only hideous as long as you say so behind my back.
And, I hate to say this, but I'm willing to sell whatever's left for a chance at an audience.
It doesn't even matter if That Guy's listening anymore, as long as everyone else hears, everyone else understands.
But it's kind of hard to give it my best when they have already gotten the best of me.

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*sigh* Yup. That about sums it up.
It's okay, you don't have to understand. Honestly, it's enough that you read it.

It doesn't make any sense. Nothing ever happens, but I'm always so emotionally drained. The world truly is a broken bone.

The weird part is, I'm not really in despair at all. Yet, all I want to do right now is put on an immaculate pair of pajamas, crawl into bed, read a life-time supply of excellent literature, and cry myself to sleep.
Hell, these days, that's all I really want to do... If I could spend my whole life, reading my books, writing my stories, talking to God, and konking out at the end of the day with nothing to restrain me from releasing every single tear I ever held back, I'd be the happiest girl alive.

I want to relax and I want to forget.

And I hate to bust out the oldest line in the book, but is that really too much to ask?

ily all
~Belinda

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