the one i would give my right arm to be with wont have me, the one who will certainly be good enough doesnt notice i exist, the one who intrigues me has no idea. and girls are difficult...r i g h t.
i love listening to people gripe about their "sig. other" troubles. please--honestly people, you have what the rest of us want, work your ass off to keep it--we're all jealous. and if it isnt making you happy leave it behind to find it. happiness is priceless, i would die for happiness. half the time, the problems you're having are trivial discrepancies gone awry and you cant see how ridiculous you're being. someone out there loves you, someone wants you, wants to be near you, wants to know you, wants to make youe everything alright----->cherish that lovely, cherish it. you dont know how incredibly lucky you are to have someone who cares.
i wish i could be content with myself alone--just me without anyone else tacked on the side to make me feel complete, someone else to make it feel like i officially have purpose. i dont need another person to complete me, i just want to find the one person to perfectly compliment me.
i have to do this collage for art. about myself. about who i am and what i need and how i feel. how i wear masks to seperate myself from the world, to guard my heart. how i think things about myself i'd never say about anyone else. how i feel worthless and unproductive. i get to express that to the world the only way i know how. i hope it turns out as successfully as i imagine it to be. i know you'll appreciate it. you always do.
.:and so it is: the shorter story, no love, no glory--no hero in her skies:.
--damien rice
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