I forgot why I had the "all business" dog on my blog.
I remember the guy I asked out it was was pretty much in a lets-make-a-business-deal tone and thinking back to that makes me laugh. I can't believe I asked someone out? I cannot believe he said yes! That was a long time ago though and he turned out to be kind of an ass towards me at least. I like the guys who are total douches and like to treat me sweetly when I'm around and opposite when I am not near them. It makes me think why I don't accept the really sweet and sensitive guys who would do anything for me and would call me or text me everyday. I think for the rest of my life I'm going to have to make Tom-Kelly decisions and my guy says that I will always pick the Tom and not the Kelly. I wish I could have picked a Kelly, and I wish now I could pick on, but it seems I can't. No choice, I will be stuck with jerks for the rest of my life.
"my lover, my maker, my breaker.
Take me by the hand.
We could go walking for miles..
once we reach the sand"
Think about that...
"Did you know what it would have done
If I would've said anything
And you take away the context
And our lives weren't the same since"
That reminds me of when people talk to each other. I mean when you speak to certain people and you explain how you feel about things and sometimes they don't feel the same way, hence taking it out of context. So people end up not saying what they want to say. Or at least that's my problem, I don't like to tell people how I really feel, I wish I could be more out there.
I think I'm going crazy from writing this essay. I still have 2 1/2 paragraphs to write tonight. I might die.
One more:
"These flowers wont live for anyone, just cause' I keep on watering them"
2 comments:
my lover, my maker, my breaker.
Take me by the hand.
We could go walking for miles..
once we reach the sand
dewd, this quote is blowing my mind because I cannot quite figure it out!but i like it, i just can't put my finger on it!
haha yah I know eh? Listen to the whole song and get mind effed!
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