Tuesday, October 29, 2002
Hey. Go here.
Tuesday, October 15, 2002
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You are Ultra-Peepi, Mega Hamster! Who can guess at your motives as you trash cities and trample the squirmy humans. And who cares? You are just soooo Cutsiewootsyfluffynessismsy, awwww... We couldn't fire a missile |
Thursday, October 10, 2002
I'm thinking that he won't understand why I'm feeling like this now. Likely complaint, "What did I do now? I didn't do anything!" Maybe not now. But I found out that I'm not ready. Damage still done. And I'm not fully healed yet. I know I kept pushing for a friendship, but I think I focused on that to lessen my focus on how I still had feelings for him. And even though he _seems_ willing to try working it out now, I myself still have too much anger and resentment that I buried for the sake of trying to rebuild the friendship. But I should have expected that they would resurface. Maybe he will wait for me, for when I'm ready, still want to be friends. Though, see, now I doubt him. I used to trust and believe in him. I mean, I don't need to anymore, I have John. But all the same, I used to believe in him. And I don't anymore.
I'm not logging on Diana0284 anymore, for awhile anyway. But I'm around. There are other ways of contacting me if you want to find out by what screenname I'm known by now or if you need something, so there is no excuse to stop keeping in touch. :) Why change? I'm moving on. It's as simple as that. I felt like I needed the change.
When I'm done with thinking
Then I'm done with you
When I'm done with crying
Then I'm done with you
When I feel so tired
Then I'm done with you
You know everybody feels this way sometimes
Everybody feels this way
And I do, you can't hear it but I do,
You can't hear it but i do
You're trying to convince me
That what I've done is not right
And I get so frustrated
I stay up every night
You ask me for an answer
And I'm so tired that I'm up in the air I'm up int he air
You know everybody feels this way sometimes
Everybody feels this way
And I do, you can't hear it but I do
You can't hear it but I'm feeling this way
Just because you say
I will be ignored
I will be denied
I could be erased
I could be brushed aside
And I will get scared
And I will get shut down
But I feel like I do cause you push me around
I'm starting to ignore you
I doubted you so long
I'm tired of overthinking
I know you don't belong
Now I'm asking questions
Noone pushes me around
You know everybody feels this way sometimes
Everybody feels this way
And I do, you can't hear it but I do
You don't seem angry, but I do
I do
When I'm done with thinking
Then I'm done with you
When I'm done with crying
Then I'm done with you
When I feel so tired
Then I'm done with you
You know everybody feels this way sometimes
Everybody feels this way
And I do, you can't hear it but I do,
You can't hear it but i do
You're trying to convince me
That what I've done is not right
And I get so frustrated
I stay up every night
You ask me for an answer
And I'm so tired that I'm up in the air I'm up int he air
You know everybody feels this way sometimes
Everybody feels this way
And I do, you can't hear it but I do
You can't hear it but I'm feeling this way
Just because you say
I will be ignored
I will be denied
I could be erased
I could be brushed aside
And I will get scared
And I will get shut down
But I feel like I do cause you push me around
I'm starting to ignore you
I doubted you so long
I'm tired of overthinking
I know you don't belong
Now I'm asking questions
Noone pushes me around
You know everybody feels this way sometimes
Everybody feels this way
And I do, you can't hear it but I do
You don't seem angry, but I do
I do
Sunday, October 06, 2002
It's definitely not "Goodbye to You." Not even now, at all. After listening to it again, and then it getting stuck into my head, I don't really feel like I relate to it.
That doesn't mean it couldn't ever once have. But maybe only out of foolishness.
That doesn't mean it couldn't ever once have. But maybe only out of foolishness.
Friday, October 04, 2002
No, it's not really "Goodbye to You" by Michelle Branch. Somewhat, maybe. Well, how it is right now, maybe it is. But it's more like either "Fool" by Shakira or "Wasting My Time" by Default if you mean to describe what happened. Those stories sound familiar.
Thursday, October 03, 2002
I feel sick. Watching the tv, recognizing the area. Six shootings in the last 15 hours. 5 deaths. Rockville Pike, Georgia and Aspen Hill, Connecticut and Knowles, more. Places I've been. Places my friends live. I don't feel good. It's surreal. Last of the attacks happened at 10am this morning. And they haven't any stable clue as to who. My family is MIA.
I don't know what to say. It just bothers me how the targets are just random. Killed while mowing the law, vacuuming the car, shopping, getting gas, so on. I don't fucking understand the message. What's the point? Why?
It hits so hard because it's so close to home. It is home.
I don't know what to say. It just bothers me how the targets are just random. Killed while mowing the law, vacuuming the car, shopping, getting gas, so on. I don't fucking understand the message. What's the point? Why?
It hits so hard because it's so close to home. It is home.


