Today I decided to start taking my future seriously

I don't need a piece of paper to remind me I'm a failure

Breaking

I get the feeling
like I've never done enough
'cause it's give and take
and now it's too late

I quit believing in miracles
for you're not an angel
I'm not okay
No, I'm not okay

'Cause I'm gonna break
right down before you
and I'm gonna break
'cause I don't know what to do
so I'm gonna break

What good is seeing
if you've seen too much
I won't wake
I won't wake
No, I won't wake

'Cause I'm gonna break
right down before you
and I'm gonna break
'cause I don't know what to do
so I'm gonna break

I'm leaving, given up for you
I'm wasting, is it good for you?
I'm fucking close to breaking
and I don't know what to do...
so I think I'm gonna break

Right down before you
and I'm gonna break
'cause I don't know what to do
so I'm gonna break

A short prose.

Hi!

Remember me? No? I didn't think so.
I think I'm beating myself up over things that I ought to be leaving alone.

You came to me in the rain
your brown hair covering your face
I couldn't tell that you'd been crying
but your mascara had left me a trace

Come on, come on, come on, come on
I'm making a list of things I could've seen
nobody's gonna be there for you in the end
just turn away from what could've been

I just can't leave it alone
I just can't leave it alone
I just can't leave it alone
I just can't leave it alone

You're okay, you're okay
you're okay, you're okay
you're okay, are you okay?


I think my head just exploded. Hold on, let me check. Yep.
You've left me with a hole in my head.
Are you okay?

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Sky bright and blue
blue fades to red
there’s sand beneath your toes now
waves crashin’ through your head

We’re running through the rain babe
staring at the stars
dreaming of this moment
this moment that’s all ours

Hey we’re all living for nothing
it’s hard to love when you’re standing on your own
can’t love when you’re hurting
can’t hurt when you have no one to love

You’re standing on the pier babe
looking to the sea
scanning the horizons
are you looking for me?

We’re walking down the beach
on this boulevard of dreams
there’s no one to save us
there’s only you and me

Hey we’re all living for nothing
it’s hard to love when you’re standing on your own
can’t love when you’re hurting
can’t hurt when you have no one to love

Don’t Come Here Looking For Answers When You Know You’ll Be Left Looking For More

You came home late tonight
I waited for you on the doorstep
You were standing there wet from the rain
I thought you said you were leaving

So what are you trying to say?
Standing cold in the porch light
Are you looking for answers?
Or seeking forgiveness, or maybe escape?

Darling, it’s too late for us now
We’re glass, both made of glass
And we’re both moving too fast
See through and brittle
We are broken in two

Can’t you see where we were before?
Where we left all our love on the floor
Someday you’ll have your questions answered
But don’t come here when you’re left all alone

Darling, it’s too late for us now
We’re glass, both made of glass
And we’re both moving too fast
See through and brittle
We are broken in two

So what are you trying to say?
Standing cold in the porch light
Are you looking for answers?
Or seeking forgiveness, or maybe escape?

Sweet and Low - Augustana (New Song!)

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Jack's Mannequin

The Mixed Tape - Acoustic
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Dark Blue - Acoustic


Suicide Blonde - New song


The first verse of "Caves" - New song

An epiphany.

So.

Disappointment=me
Disappointed=me

I'm just sitting here staring at the screen, wondering what I'm actually trying to say. I guess I'm just starting to realize things that have been knocking at the door for a while. Bad analogies are getting there.

I disappoint people=you. Did you know that? Ha, I just had a weird thought. The worst is that I disappoint you=everyone.

Losing time, missing out, forgetting thought.

That's where I'm at right now. Oh, one more thing.
Hateful=me
Hatred=I'm not going there.


Fly, I have tried to fly
To leave it all behind
You, you could heal my wounds
I have tried to leave it all behind, to leave it
Fairweather - The Send

Dear Jack (new trailer)

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I think I need something new.

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Words.

So. I have no idea where I'm going to go with this. But I know it's going to be one of those things that people could get mad at me for. Well, maybe not mad. But you know, question.

I don't fucking care.

Maybe I've been living, acting, thinking, a little to carelessly. Maybe it's because I don't worry enough. Maybe it's because I worry too much. Maybe I keep things bottled up. Maybe that's because I'm scared of feeling vulnerable. Maybe I open up to the wrong people. Maybe it's because I'm overtired when it happens. Mabye I'm someone who rushes things. Maybe that's because I don't want to lose. Maybe I'm a liar. Maybe it's because it's easy. Maybe because I'm good at it. Maybe it's because I'm scared of the truth. Maybe I'm a hypocrite. Maybe that's because I am. Maybe I'm not trustworthy. Maybe that's because I lie. Maybe I'm not a good friend. Maybe because I'm a fucking jerk. Maybe I need to learn when to keep my mouth shut. Maybe that's because I tend to say what's on my mind. Maybe it's because that's not true. Maybe I'm girly. Maybe that's because I am. Maybe I like to reminisce. Maybe that's because I hate losing memories. Maybe that's because sometimes that's all I have. Maybe I've lost close friends. Maybe that's because I'm scared to show who I really am. Maybe that's because I don't know who I really am. Maybe I'm starting to lose it. Maybe "it" refers to many things. Maybe "it" refers to stress. Maybe "it" refers to anger. Maybe "it" refers to friendships. Maybe I don't have anything to say. Maybe that's because I don't have an opinion to share. Maybe I hate myself. Maybe I'm at a loss for words. Maybe I don't know what to do anymore. Maybe that's because I can't think straight. Maybe that's because I don't know how to think. Maybe I hate seeing myself fail. Maybe that's because I'm scared of failure. Maybe I hate seeing others fail. Maybe I've found my future already. Maybe I don't know what my future is. Maybe I hate my future. Maybe that's because there's so many uncertainties. Maybe I doubt myself. Maybe that's because I do. Maybe I should hold my emotions in check. Maybe that's because I tend to lash out too much. Maybe I lash out at the wrong people. Maybe it's because I don't want to hurt the people close to me. Maybe I need to take more interest in my friend's lives. Maybe it's because they do the same for me. Maybe I fake laugh too much. Maybe that's because I hate showing people my true feelings. Maybe I should stop being so defensive. Maybe I need to let my walls down and let someone in. Maybe I love. Maybe I don't know what that means. Maybe my words are hollow. Maybe that's because they are. Maybe I like to do things on my own. Maybe I don't anything in common with anyone around me. Maybe the only things I have in common aren't "good". Maybe I'm already living for the next holiday. Maybe it's because then I can forget everything. Maybe I have regrets. Maybe I didn't think I'd ever be able to hold together a relationship. Maybe I'm waiting for a sign. Maybe it's because I don't know what I really feel. Maybe I need a safe place. Maybe it's because I'm scared, not of what's out there, but of what's in here. Maybe I'm scared of making decisions. Maybe it's because I don't want to make the wrong one. Maybe I need to learn patience. Maybe I should stop getting my hopes up. Maybe it's because every time I do, I get let down. Maybe I want to live in someone else's shoes. Maybe it's because I want to feel differently. Maybe there is no solution.

To pull one thing out:
Maybe I doubt myself.
What do you do when you doubt yourself? Do you doubt yourself?
I doubt a lot of things. Do I doubt you? No, I can't say that I do.

Do you doubt me?



With your eyes closed watching a strange show play out in your head
But you were smiling somehow
And your day froze and everyone in it sat still as a rose
But we were moving somehow

Back to when we started, losing who we were
Maybe we should only tip a bottle back to keep us filled up
Back to when we started, losing who we were
Everybody knows that you'd break your neck to keep your chin up

Open your eyes and the drops come in a snail race down to your neck
And look up but you were smiling somewhere

Back to when we started, losing who we were
Maybe we should only tip a bottle back to keep us filled up
Back to when we started losing who we were
Everybody knows that you'd break your neck to keep your chin up

Chin Up - Copeland

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Bye.

My cheshire cat doorstop with tears in your eyes.

I drafted this months ago, but today I listened to the song again. Still in love with it.

(I fell in love with this song. So listen, love, and don't sleep forever. Oh, and that piano is the best in the world.)

Your granddad left home for the circus
He was young just like me, with hope to explore
He married a girl in Virginia
She could swing the trapeze, they could sleep on the floor

Your mother was born in December
On the one sunny day
That winter gave up
With warm summer eyes
That flickered like fireflies
And she stared at the world

So why do you leave these stories unfinished?
My cheshire cat doorstop with tears in your eyes
And why do you look when you've already found it?
And what did you find that would leave you walking by?

She was raised in a New England village
Then she moved to L.A. with a firefly stare
And you loved sunset strip when it sparkled
You grew up and you sparkled, but why don't you care?

And why do you leave these stories unfinished?
My cheshire cat doorstop with tears in your eyes?
And why do you look when you've already found me?
And what did you find that could leave you walking by?

And these nights I get high just from breathing
When I lie here with you, I'm sure that I'm real
Like that firework over the freeway
I could stay here all day but that's not how you feel

So why do you leave these questions unanswered?
The circus awaits and you're already gone
My cheshire cat doorstop with fear in your smile
What makes it so easy for you to be walking by?

And what did I do that you can't seem to want me?
And why do we lie here and whisper goodbyes?
And where can I go that your pictures won't haunt me?
What makes it so easy for you to be walking by?
Walking by
Walking by

Walking By - Something Corporate

p.s. I just love the beginning of this song

"This poor girl, whoever you're talking about, are you talking about some girl? This guys outing this poor girl as a slut. Some girl who just keeps..I think he knows a DVD's being filmed, and he's just calling this poor girl a slut. Awww, that's not very nice..haha. Alright hey..we don't wanna..I think she knows now, right..I think she knows..alright."

goodnight

Tell her this.

I need to learn how to take compliments better.



For The Nights I Can't Remember - Hedley

I think one of the biggest things I hate right now, is seeing someone fail.

Is that what it takes? 'Cause I could use some of that.

Hello.

So I guess it's time for me to mark the end. Yes, it's the end. The end of something; something great. But although it's the end of something, it's the beginning of something else; something else great. It's been four years:
-of friendship
-of memories
-of jokes
-of "next one, next one"
-of late nights
-of early mornings
-of living for the next chance

So yes, it's the end. But it's also the beginning:
-of friendship
-of memories
-of jokes
-of "next one, next one"
-of late nights
-of early mornings
-of living for the next chance

Here's to new beginnings.

Wretched and assembled
these condescending hands
with condescending habits
and condescending plans

I stand without a clause
in this cause for a break
in this cause for a world
without forfits to take

The only unreliable thing
is relying on you
to rely back on me.

You would like to think you were invincible.

I need to learn to leave well enough alone.


p.s. we lost in four sets

D/C and VB

Picked up "Dashboard Confessional - MTV Unplugged v2.0" today.

It's pretty much amazing.

That's all I have to say..goodbye.

p.s. York Region Volleyball Finals tonight!