Everyone has things they are sorry for-

and I'm sorry for you.

I don't write here enough-it has gotten harder, even though I have more time.
I don't know what to do with myself, it just has gotten to hurt more
I can't write- and somehow that makes it worse then the hurt of writing.

I'm not bad.
I'm not good.
But I want better.

I know its coming-I'm just tired of the wait and the inbetweening.

Upon entering Life and Love:

the Measuring things in years

I'm not sorry. But I wish you were.

It's not a matter of missing.
Life goes on,
things change
and i guess so do you.

I wish things could be like they were before.
But I know that they can not.

Don't you dare think it doesn't hurt me.
Didn't hurt me.

But I am not going to mourn someone who is already gone.

And don't ask me who this is about...if you have to ask. You don't need to know.
Remember, I make these for myself.

Again Tomorrow

Sometimes when I'm alone
I pretend that I'm a queen
It's almost believable


It's painful and never seems worth it.
Life is something to do when you can't get to sleep.