Saturday, November 13, 2010

Sad but true



Bend me, break me
Anyway you need me
All I want is you
Bend me, break me
Breaking down is easy
All I want is you

I fall down just to give you a thrill
Prop me up with another pill
If I should fail, if I should fold
I nailed my faith to the sticking pole

Thursday, November 11, 2010

219 days





I will love you when you're blue
Tell me darlin' true
What am I to you?

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

You find it easier to mistrust me than to trust me.
You're so used to people around you to think and feel bad things toward you, that you've become to consider those much more real, much more likely to be true. When people feel good things, you find it very hard to believe. So when the hint of a bad thing pops up, despite all the good things you know, you're very quick to believe it. You're so used to being hurt that you embrace it when it happens as something painful, but familiar. Being loved is so foreign to you that you immediately discard it when the more familiar hurt comes up: because at least you're used to that and know how to act..
Sometimes people never change. Situations change, feelings change, but people's true nature remains inflexible. It's the purest form of procrastination: the lingering, dragging crystallized shades of one's personality.
In their hearts, it's always easier to trust their own fears, doubts and pessimism. They can be surrounded with all the good in the world and still not know how to appreciate it: the slightest hint of negativity will usher their own vulnerabilities and turn every single unfortunate word, phrase, event or feeling into a titanic hurdle against their happiness.
C'est la vie.