Sep
12
2002
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I wanted to hold onto you……

Of all the things I’ve believed in

I just want to get it over with

Tears form behind my eyes

But I do not cry

Counting the days that pass me by

I’ve been searching deep down in my soul

Words that I’m hearing are starting to get old

It feels like I’m starting all over again

The last three years were just pretend

And I said,

Goodbye to you

Goodbye to everything I thought I knew

You were the one I loved

The one thing that I tried to hold on to

I still get lost in your eyes

And it seems that I can’t live a day without you

Closing my eyes and you chase my thoughts away

To a place where I am blinded by the light

But it’s not right

Goodbye to you

Goodbye to everything I thought I knew

You were the one I loved

The one thing that I tried to hold on to

And it hurts to want everything and nothing at the same time

I want what’s yours and I want what’s mine

I want you

But I’m not giving in this time

Goodbye to you

Goodbye to everything I thought I knew

You were the one I loved

The one thing that I tried to hold on to

The one thing that I tried to hold on to

And when the stars fall

I will lie awake

You’re my shooting star

Thanks Michelle.

Michelle Branch- Goodbye to you

Derringer Meryl [I only knew love. Goodbye] Out

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Sep
10
2002
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Please. Save me.

It’s been a long week, And it’s only tuesday

My pretty little mood swings probably don’t help at all.

I just feel like the world is crumbling around me, and no one wants to help, only hurt.

School is being a pain. So much work to do, I don’t understand how everyone else does it. I’m hoping and praying that I can graduate early. *falls down on her knees* I really am. the social aspects of school are really starting to…. *blinks* kill me quickly.

I admit, I don’t want to work at the Gamestop for the rest of my life, it’s not one of those things you aspire to, it’s not. *smiles and looks away wistfully* what I really want to do is write. I want to write for their magazine, any magazine! I might want to start my own for girl gamers. It’s really not fair, it isn’t. There is no magazines that take the time to admire all the girly ways of the gamer. I mean really. I think it could succeed. Even guys would buy it, cause they want to get their girls interested in the games that are their life, help them to understand.

I want to publish my diary and call it Dear You: Confessions to an Imagined Lover

I have ambitions. I have goals. I can see a light at the end of a tunnel, but no one has told me how to get there yet, and that’s the part I really struggle with. Do I need to go to school and to become a good writer?

Should I be a writer at all? I don’t know where to go now. Because all of the sudden I realized that I can’t teach, and that I can’t stand high school. I can’t go back. I’d hate myself for working in a place as unbearable as a High school, and if I want to kill all the students now, what will I want to do to them then?

I lack direction.

I feel like a dandelion seed, carried on the wind of lost hope and foresight.

I had my life planned, and now– I’ve gone and lost all of the planning I had.

Sometimes I wish I knew the people who read this. So I knew who I was dumping my problems on to.

Yeah Right.

Derringer Meryl [I’m just standin’ and mumblin’ and starin’ at my shoes] Out

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Sep
08
2002
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I’m a loony, without the toony

So life at the new store is going well, doesn’t stop my co-workers from teasing me. That’s okay, I’m dealing, and I’m loving it all to pieces.

School is hectic, preventing me from my net usage. which is a bummer and a half, cause I love it on the net, and It makes me feeel better to write on here.

I have to look down when I talk to you

I do. I have to look down now. I got my pancakes, and while I don’t know if it’s awkward for him, cause I’m not him…. But I have to look down when I talk to him. He might see the conflict brimming behind the glassy stare I’d give him. It hurts to look him in the eyes.

If you ever met me face to face, you’d know that the only time i look someone in the eye is when they’re telling me something important, like vitally. Life or death important. Like that.

Oh, Did I tell you, I started hurting myself again. it’s almost like it’s involentary. Okay it is involentary. I dig my nails into my arms if someone at school is annoying me, because I don’t understand why– they are the way they are.then of course i dug my car keys into my arm because I was talking to him, and it kept my mind off of him…. off of the fact that …..

I was rejected again.

Okay, so I promised to let go if he just gave me the little code. So I should. I should shut up.

I should just say-

The thing I miss the most about the Mall is ….. You.

Derringer Meryl [Stalk me] Out

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