Wednesday, November 2, 2011


It's not getting any better, it's not getting any worse. I'll take it with a pinch of salt while my reflection berates me for such a spectacular denial.

There's one thing worse than feeling pain, it's called numbness. If there's one thing worse than being alone, it's feeling lonely. Tears look tough to handle, but really, it doesn't come close to a fake smile. If I could throw my worries to the wind, if I could stop caring, I wouldn't be me. Sometimes, that seems like such a seductive offer.

What excites me anymore? Dance is an escape, work keeps me bouyant and school is but a routine.

I'd love to believe your words, the very way I once did. I'd love to throw in my faith yet again, but you depleted most of it that very day.

Sometimes, it still feels like a masquerade of lies.

I'd love to have that girl back again thank you very much,

That girl... the one who pulled sunshine wherever she went.

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