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Two people can be perfect for each other but if the timing’s wrong it’s never going to work out. Bad timing is the reason that most normal people end up single. Weirdos and creeps are single cause they are weird and creepy but people like us are single because of bad timing.
All I’d ever wanted was to forget.
But even when I thought I had, pieces had kept emerging,
like bits of wood floating up to the surface that only hint at the shipwreck below.
Just because you didn’t speak the facts out loud didn’t erase their existence.
Silence was just a quieter way to lie.
You’re so good at lying, it could be your degree.
Then you could minor in messing with me.
I give you a thousand reasons why,
and you give me the excuse that it’s not worth your time.
You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth,
thinking about how you’ll escape it one day and how awesome it will be,
and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it.
You just use the future to escape the present.
People like me don’t have best friends. You can’t trust me, and I won’t let you. I won’t get close to you because I’m afraid of losing you. I’ll protect you from me and protect me from myself by avoiding confrontation, which will lead us to a falling out, inevitably. I will keep secrets from you and tell your secrets to people you hate in order to push you away. I’ll do anything to keep myself from getting attached to you because I’ve been there before and I don’t want to go back to being dependent on anyone.
Yesterday you were better off than you are today but it took today for you to realize it. But today has arrived and it’s too late. You see? People are never happy with what they have. They want what they had, or what others have. The grass is always greener on the other side.
January, 1979 saw a terrible crash and couldn't help but laugh.
My ear pressed against the pass like a glass on a wall of a house in a photograph.
This isn't who I am. from confidence to self-doubt in 60 seconds.
Trying to prove that I belong.
Trying to win approval from people that I don't know.
I’d like to say something tonight while its not too weird and that is that i think your insanely beautiful- long hair or short hair, glasses or none. and honestly any guy would be lucky to be with you and if they don’t realize that then they’re crazy.
Just don't tell me this doesn't mean the world,
'Cause my ears would bleed and my heart would hit the floor.
If two past lovers can remain friends, its either they are still in love, or never were.
I have never felt smaller or more alive than when you looked into my eyes that first night. I’m not giving up on you. Not yet.
As you’re reading this, your life’s getting shorter.
It’s ticking away.
I’m not saying this to frighten you.
Or even scare you.
Though it may.
I’m saying this to awaken you.
To inspire you.
To rise you out of your deep slumber.
To really know you won’t live forever.
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Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend.
Somewhere along in the bitterness.
He took her to the park,
she crossed her arms and lowered her eyelids.
Some day somebody’s gonna ask you,
A question that you should say yes to.
And is that what you call tact?
You’re as subtle as a brick in the small of my back.
So let’s end this call, and end this conversation.
  
There is one pain I often feel, which you will never know.
It is that which is caused by the absence of you.
I honestly couldn't care less if you like the same bands or you've read the same books.
Tell me one original thing, tell me one true, real thing that brings me to my fucking knees
that I've never heard before and I'm yours.
I always wanted you. Even when I had you.
I could drink from you forever and never be any less thirsty than I was that first day.
The day I realized how parched I'd always been.
Some candle lit forced sentiment
I'm bored to tears, You're amorous.
So please pass the regret
As a child, we want to be old. When we are old, we want to be a child.
Enjoy the feelings of need and desire along the way. And always want.
It is by wanting that we become.
these are things that I could not tell you;
things that remind me of you when I want nothing more than to forget;
things that have gone wrong;
things that have gone right;
things that will never happen;
things that are your fault,
my fault,
the faults of no one;
these are things that we did not do and will not let go of
And if it ain't what you had pictured
Yeah that sounds about right.
Does it matter much to me to mean a thing to you?
I can't really say, I can't really say.
  
You don't want to see the less light side of me
just say your prayers and close your mouth start curbing what comes out
and find another way to feel important that can't be drank or snorted
My mouth is open, my book is shut.
My air guitar is out of tune.
My stupid hair is so '82 to you.
At least I don't fit in.
Corner me in Chemistry. It's all just simple math to me.
Call me your names. Make them stick.
i'll laugh until I am sick.
Sit and stare, it's all we do.
All my friends are broken, too.
We're just waiting. Waiting to begin.
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|  I like the lights turned out, the sound of closing doors. Not like other girls who always feel so sure: Of everything they are. Of what they're going to be. Sometimes I'm just a girl stuck inside of me.  This is how it feels When you wait for a call that never comes. Are you waking up cause you miss someone? This is how it feels, when the trust you had is broken. And your left to burn with your heart wide open.  Do you even know how much it hurt, That you gave up on me to be with her? Revenge is sweeter than you ever were.
If there's a dark side to you I haven't seen it Every good thing you do feels like you mean it.
Torn between two- who would you choose?
The one that you love, or the one who loves you? 
I'm pretty sure I never get along with most girls because I'm normal, straight-up crazy, not starve-myself-stab-my-best-friend-in-the-back-and-sleep-with-as-many-people-as-I-possibly-can crazy. But seriously, bitches be crazy.  i want things to be more than okay. for you to say what you mean and mean it. i want this tension, this awkwardness to be gone. i don’t want you, that ship sailed. i just want something other than this  I wanted to write about people who were depressed, but not depressed for any kind of specific cataclysmic reason. I mean the high-school kid is kind of abstractly depressed, which I think is what a lot of people feel like. It’s not like they have anything bad about their lives. And if you were to ask them if they were depressed, they’d probably say no.
There are some people who meet that somebody that they can never stop loving, no matter how hard they try. I wouldn’t expect you to understand that, or even believe it, but trust me, there are some loves that don’t go away. And maybe that makes them crazy, but we should all be lucky enough to end up with somebody who has a little of that insanity. Someone who never lets go. Someone who cherishes you forever.  I want desperately for you to prove me wrong; for you to exceed all of my expectations and then scold me for ever doubting you, because, for once, I don’t want to say “I told you so.  Someday, someone is going to walk into your life and make you realize why it never worked out with anyone else. | | |
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She wants to know if I love her, that’s all anyone wants from anyone else, not love itself but the knowledge that love is there, like new batteries in the flashlight in the emergency kit in the hall closet.
You have four years to be irresponsible here. Relax. Work is for people with jobs. You’ll never remember class time, but you’ll remember time you wasted hanging out with your friends. So, stay out late. Go out on a Tuesday with your friends when you have a paper due Wednesday. Spend money you don’t have. Drink ‘til sunrise. The work never ends, but college does.
You & I are the past, c’est la vie, much respect girl,
but now you’re my ex-girl so it’s on with the next girl.
Every year 98% of the atoms of my body are replaced: how can I claim to be still the same person that I was last year, or, worse, ten years ago? What is (where lies) my identity? What is “my” relationship to the metabolism of my body?
I’m in love with you’ comes out as, “I know I’m a total flirty slut and I know that dating me is probably like the kiss of death, and I’m sure if you polled my ex-boyfriends, eleven out of eleven of them would tell you to run screaming away from me. I know that I probably move too fast and I know that I get everything wrong all of the time and I know that you probably feel the that you’ve come to your sense by deciding to get me out of your life. I know that I am probably not worthy of how sweet you are and how nice you are and how smart you are. I know that I totally sprung myself on you and you’ve probably regretted it ever since. But I really, really hope that you feel that maybe there was something there, because I have a great time when I’m with you, and I feel like I could be the person I want to be when I’m with you, and I think I could treat you the way you deserve when I’m with you. And I realize that I’ll probably fuck it all up, if I haven’t fucked it up already, but I’m hoping you might find it in your heart to maybe risk that and see what happens.
The repose of sleep refreshes only the body. It rarely sets the soul at rest. The repose of the night does not belong to us. It is not the possession of our being. Sleep opens within us an inn for phantoms. In the morning we must sweep out the shadows.
Why would you speak to me that way
Especially when I always said that I
Haven’t got the words for you
All your diction dripping with disdain
Through the pain
I always tell the truth
whats your name
where ya from
what did you do
and why did you come
i need a reason for your being
women dress alike all over the world: they dress to be annoying to other women.
Remember when we first met
And everything was still a bet
In love’s game
You would call; I’d call you back
And then I’d leave
A message
On your answering machine
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Let's pretend we're artists and everything we feel is something new to be proud of. Let's take our imaginary friends on a double date and ditch them in a movie and hope they get along while we kiss outside on the sidewalk. Let's take the dreams you mumbled in your sleep and paint a child's nursery. And if we don't finish today, we've always got tomorrow.
Never under any circumstances say “atleast things can’t get any worse.” Life will prove you wrong.
If the guy you’re dating doesn’t seem to be completely into you, or you feel the need to start ‘figuring him out,’ please consider the glorious thought that he might just not be that into you. And then free yourself to go find someone that is.
Maybe it’s the only way that we can finally stand on our own. You know, to hurt each other so much that we have no choice but to let go, maybe otherwise we never would.
I don’t know when the boys began to walk away with parts of myself
in their sticky hands; when loving became a process of subtraction.
Or why, having given up what seems so much,
I’m willing to lose even more —
erasing all this body’s known, relearning it with you.
By the time you swear you’re his, Shivering and sighing.
And he vows his passion is Infinite and undying -
Lady, make a note of this:
One of you is lying.
I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited.
If I’m in bed each night by ten,
I may get back my looks again.
If I abstain from fun and such,
I’ll probably amount to much;
But I shall stay the way I am.
Because I do not give a damn.
I Wanna Hold Your Hand.’ First single. Fucking brilliant. Perhaps the most fucking brilliant song ever written. Because they nailed it. That’s what everyone wants. Not 24-7 hot wet sex. Not a marriage that lasts a hundred years. Not a Porsche or a blow job or a million-dollar crib. No. They wanna hold your hand. They have such a feeling that they can’t hide. Every single successful love song of the past fifty years can be traced back to ‘I Wanna Hold Your Hand.’ And every single successful love story has those unbearable and unbearably exciting moments of hand-holding. Trust me. I’ve thought a lot about this.
Try as they might, no ones immune to
Misfiring and acting on the wrong clues
And thinking it's time to redo and redo
I feel rain in the movies
and the talk before the screen lights
I hear strings in the park
I don't like to call her right,
except when its too late at night
so I act like I'm 21,
Wide eyed and drifting unto sun,
Pay back is here my legs are numb,
I'm back, it's square one feeling dumb.
Its how you feel for me now, not how you felt
Its how you deal with envy, not how you dealt
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