I am sick of school and projects and speeches and this place. I feel like I am always trying to escape but the only place I can even go is the Art and Design Building. yay! And at this point I have been in the Design building so much that I have done all of my homework. So what do I do now? I sit and think and blog. I am just waiting until I am tired enough to go back to my room and fall asleep. Gahh!
Last night I listened to Meg and Dia- Fighting for nothing and it made me think that I have been fighting for things that haven't been worth it. And then I made a deal with myself that when I grow up and have children I am always going to tell them that they shouldn't fight for nothing. Always fight for something that is worth it, worth it to you at least. Fight for what you want. It's hard to explain. The song is perfect for explaining it.
These things take time, love
These things take backbone
And they'll tell you what you want to hear
They say it gets better, better
But you better know how to point out the liars
You've got to win your wars, make sure
You're not fighting for nothing, nothing
Are you fighting for nothing, nothing
I hope they cut you open, make you seal the warn
For all the wrong reasons, make you see
that some things were worth bruising for
Make you see that your name is your honor code
Make you see that your hands you're accounted for
They can choose where your sweat and you blood will go
Make you see your life's not to be lived alone
I wanted to walk through the empty streets and feel something constant under my feet.
My head is congested.
I hate that I am always doing something wrong. What I do is never good enough and something always has to be changed.
Love me for me, Do not try and mold me.
This is beginning to be a lot harder than it should be, and I am the one causing it.
Push as hard as I might. You will probably be the best thing that ever happened to me.
"I am losing my love for you little by little and when this is over, it won't be because of me."
I ran out of words a long time ago.
hold your breath, little lungsthe tide is holding us beneathi am the sky and you are the seayou are the one who colors me
I want to be able to be this woman someday,
with the person that I love,
who loves me back,
for whoever I may be
or may have become.
FAV:
The glove compartment is inaccurately named
And everybody knows it
So I'm proposing a swift orderly change
'Cause behind its door there's nothing to keep my fingers warm
And all I find are souvenirs from better times
Before the gleam of your tail lights fading east
To find yourself a better life.
I was searching for some legal document
As the rain beat down on the hood
When I stumbled upon pictures I tried to forget
And that's how this idea was drilled into my head
'Cause it's too important
To stay the way it's been
But there's no blame for how our love did slowly fade,
And now that it's gone, it's like it wasn't there at all
And here I rest where disappointment and regret collide
Lying awake at night
