i can finally smile about all of this, it's a good feeling

im done being mad now.

im done.

im done crying for you.

im done.

but i'll never be done writing my shitty little poems.

and i'll never be done being scared.

because that's just me.

you can swear all you like.

but i know i've done the right thing.

you didn't deserve me.

after all we went through.

but that doesnt matter anymore.

it's all in the past.

and for the first time in what seems to have been three years

im moving on.

im happy

i go to sleep with a smile on my face

i wake up knowing someone else is thinking about me.

someone else worships the ground i walk on.

someone else would do anything for me.

someone else to laugh and love with

someone else to grow and learn with.

what happened to me is all in the past.

and that's where it's going to stay

I think we finally grew up past the hang-ups

the evil stares

The fuck you toos and i don't cares.

So hey, don't feel bad.

These things happen sometimes.

We just weren't right for each other

what happend to us?

this was always our connection
our phone call
our texts
our secret diary
that no-one else knew
we were connected
one way or another
we knew what each other thought
how to finish each others sentances
you knew when a tear was always going to fall
you knew the right time to call
the right things to say
we made mistakes
both of us
not just me
or you
both of us
its scary to know it never gona be the same
and its all gone
but nothing lasts forever
and nothing gold can stay
everything we had.
i'll be with you where ever you go.
through the eyes of the fly on the wall.
note to the girl with the tear stained face
go to bed
no-ones coming to save you

To the girl who steals my journal content...

Apparently, according to some,
i am supposed to take this as a compliment.
my writing is so good...
someone wants to pass it off as there own.
unfortunalty...
i do not.
i mean its one thing stealing facebook/myspace content...
then changing a few things
and passing it off as there own.
that i could/can just about over look.
but not my journal.
as most people know.
or most people that read this journal on a regualar basis
(because i know theres one or two of you out there)
my journal contains my most personal thoughts and feelings.
i share them with you
because i feel i can
and because it makes me feel better about things in the grand scheme of things.
and to steal my thoughts
and my feelings
and then proceed to pass them off as your own.
actually really angers me
and upsets me.
i mean if you like my writing so much and would like to use sections to help explain your own thoughts and feelings...
tell me which part and just ask.
i dont bite.
but dont ever steal the way i feel.
its pretty low.
and it angers me.

my entry....
Wednesday, May 30, 2007

news just in...
smiles back kids.took a while but im okay again.tell you later.promise.x

her entry...
Sunday, June 03, 2007

News JUST In!
smiles back kids.took a while but im okay again.tell you later.promise.x
posted by Famous*Last*Words x @ 9:27 AM 0 comments

look at that...the same?!

my entry

Monday, May 28, 2007

Be the one im waiting for?
"We all want to die like movie stars"You said as you jumped from the height of our cutting room floor.While above us,glowing,exploding,our dreams burst forth in light in death.Hold me and tell me..."We'll burn like stars. We'll burn as we fall. Watch as the city lights dance for us"i guess id rather die than fade away.5 A.M. on the bathroom floor from the night before.Do you find me dreadful?What a shame such a sad disgrace,Such a pretty face,But she's not regretful.Am I beautiful?Am I usable?3 A.M. on the city street,When the air is sweet,I've had my mouth full.But it seems that outside the screenSuch a pretty face often will look dreadful.Am I the star beneath the stairs?Am I a ghost upon the stage?Am I your anything?Poison hearts will never change, walk away againquod ut lacrima cado ex meus eyes. vos qua unuswe'll incontrare ancora non saperedove non sapere quando solo io saperewe'll incontrare ancoraOnce again your eyes make it hard to say goodbyeSo i'll just keep drivingWhere do you wanna go?It doesn't really matter as long as you are here with meThere's something in the air tonightSomething that makes me feel aliveWhat were the words that you said to meThat made me feel so specialOnce again your eyes make it hard to ask you whySo i sit here knuckles tightHands against the wheelYour head against the glass and you mean so much to meStay with meCigarettes and open airhand in handi said stay with mecuz every star that i see is brighter than the lastso stay with meits all we needsay goodbyenever say goodbyeholding on we've gotta tryholding on to never say goodbye

her entry

Be The One I'm wating For?
We all want to die like movie starsYou said as you jumped from the height of our cutting room floor.While above us,glowing,exploding,our dreams burst forth in light in death.Hold me and tell me..."We'll burn like stars.We'll burn as we fall.Watch as the city lights dance for us"i guess id rather die than fade away.5 A.M. on the bathroom floor from the night before.Do you find me dreadful?What a shame such a sad disgrace,Such a pretty face,But she's not regretful.Am I beautiful?Am I usable?3 A.M. on the city street,When the air is sweet,I've had my mouth full.But it seems that outside the screenSuch a pretty face often will look dreadful.Am I the star beneath the stairs?Am I a ghost upon the stage?Am I your anything?Poison hearts will never change, walk away againquod ut lacrima cado ex meus eyes.vos qua unuswe'll incontrare ancora non saperedove non sapere quando solo io saperewe'll incontrare ancoraOnce again your eyes make it hard to say goodbyeSo i'll just keep drivingWhere do you wanna go?It doesn't really matter as long as you are here with meThere's something in the air tonightSomething that makes me feel aliveWhat were the words that you said to meThat made me feel so specialOnce again your eyes make it hard to ask you whySo i sit here knuckles tightHands against the wheelYour head against the glass and you mean so much to meStay with meCigarettes and open airhand in handi said stay with mecuz every star that i see is brighter than the lastso stay with meits all we needsay goodbyenever say goodbyeholding on we've gotta tryholding on to never say goodbye

and again.
its all the same.
bar a few words.
like name
and age.
but seriously
copying someones work is not cool
sometimes i spend hours working out what to write in these posts
i carefully choose my words
my grammer
the way i want to write something
i dont do this so someone can steal it.
if you want to use my work.
ask.
if not just read it and learn from it like everyone else.
dont fucking steal it and pass it off as your own.
its not cool.
i have four things for you julie.
two swear fingers
a fucking smile
and your own expression of thoughts and feelings.