sticks and stones, they hurt
when you shoot them through the phone
and you dragged my name through dirt
and it hurts to be left here all alone

elegant thoughts i will not share
my symphonic silence I hope you can bear it baby
i liked you
you showed me
exactly who i don’t wanna be

i'm an aspiring song-writer and singer. yeah. changed from the 'aspiring writer' title, cause i sort of lost my love of writing. or not. i think i have too many things to think about and my writing, although very much improved from the first time i ever posted here, would be far too personal to show anyone. ^^

i hope i'll get to write once more, and find my 'lost love' again. even if i can't fool myself that i write well, i still want to find it. it's like having a great big chunk of your heart missing, and it hurts like hell.

i hope no ones reading this. if you are, then i'd suggest you to go somewhere alse. i use writing more like a 'therapy' now then anything else. i guess i can type out stuff and post it under 'rants' or something. or not. i still have my deadjournal.

well, ta, and hope to see you soon. whoever you are.