December 31, 2010
Goodbye 2010, I’m never looking back.
January 2011
December 2010
December 29, 2010
It has a rippiling affect and I’m sorry for saying those awful two words. Don’t think you know I feel the worse.
December 29, 2010
I feel as if my relationship with my mother will never get any better until I move out. I love her but it’s just so hard somedays. As I let them fall from my face I couldn’t help but plea for him to come back, as if he could make things better again, as if he was the glue that kept us together, put both of us straight. Oh how I miss you.
December 27, 2010
I saw Black Swan today, it was so sick! Good movie for sure. Natalie Portman is gorgeous.
Why would he come back through the park
You thought that you saw him, but no you did not
It’s not him who’d come across the sea to surprise you
Not him who would know where in London to find you
Sadness so real that it populates the city and leaves you homeless again
Steam from a cup and snow on the path
The seasons have changed from the present to past
The past, turns whole to half
In the past…
Why would he come back through the park
You thought that you saw him, but no you did not
Who can be sure of anything through
The distance that keeps you from knowing the truth
Why would you think your boy could become
The man who could make you sure he was the one
The one
My one, my one
— The Park, Feist
“I wish you could invent some means to make me at all happy without you. Every hour I am more and more concentrated in you; every thing else tastes like chaff in my mouth.”
—John Keats to Fanny Brawne
