mood: nostalgic/tired
song: one hundred times; hit the lights
i hate being such a little moody b***h.
******** that.
that was middle school
- w-
but i can't stop remembering.
all the good times i had on here.
and how long ago they were.
and how happy everyone was.
and how much fun we had.
its gone.
its long, long gone.
time has moved on paige.
its your turn to step forward.
i'm so scared though.
to move on.
yes, i'm afraid of change.
deathly afraid.
whether it be good or bad.
i still cower from it.
change means to me
that i need to adapt.
that its permenate
i cannot undo this change.
when i like things.
i like them to stay the same.
even though most things do not remain the same.
we change.
we mold ourselves.
i myself have changed
though its very subtle
YOU.
have changed greatly.
i realized it.
and i got scared.
i miss the old you.
but i also like the new you
err...
idk.
i might break down and talk to you.
even though you want me long gone.
i don't want to be gone.
i want to be there.
its annoying.
you annoy me.
so very much.
you won't come back.
you destroyed our bridge.
and you're not the type to fix it once its broken.
"not worth the effort"
ha ha ha.
how i wish you could see.
i wish you'd stop being so blind.
it frustrates me.
i wish people knew how to cheer me up.
though i'm not very surprised they don't.
how do i expect people to understand me when i barely understand myself.
i wish someone would try hard though.
its nice to be oblivious of my issues at hand.
but it just makes me stress about them later.
idk.
i'm tired.
now i'm just sputtering nonsense.
you won't text me.
you don't want anything to do with me.
maybe if i keep telling myself this
i'll become delusional and realize you want me out of your life.
song: one hundred times; hit the lights
i hate being such a little moody b***h.
******** that.
that was middle school
- w-
but i can't stop remembering.
all the good times i had on here.
and how long ago they were.
and how happy everyone was.
and how much fun we had.
its gone.
its long, long gone.
time has moved on paige.
its your turn to step forward.
i'm so scared though.
to move on.
yes, i'm afraid of change.
deathly afraid.
whether it be good or bad.
i still cower from it.
change means to me
that i need to adapt.
that its permenate
i cannot undo this change.
when i like things.
i like them to stay the same.
even though most things do not remain the same.
we change.
we mold ourselves.
i myself have changed
though its very subtle
YOU.
have changed greatly.
i realized it.
and i got scared.
i miss the old you.
but i also like the new you
err...
idk.
i might break down and talk to you.
even though you want me long gone.
i don't want to be gone.
i want to be there.
its annoying.
you annoy me.
so very much.
you won't come back.
you destroyed our bridge.
and you're not the type to fix it once its broken.
"not worth the effort"
ha ha ha.
how i wish you could see.
i wish you'd stop being so blind.
it frustrates me.
i wish people knew how to cheer me up.
though i'm not very surprised they don't.
how do i expect people to understand me when i barely understand myself.
i wish someone would try hard though.
its nice to be oblivious of my issues at hand.
but it just makes me stress about them later.
idk.
i'm tired.
now i'm just sputtering nonsense.
you won't text me.
you don't want anything to do with me.
maybe if i keep telling myself this
i'll become delusional and realize you want me out of your life.
