17.5.03
mood:
music: "The Great Below" by Nine Inch Nails


Sometimes I really can't stand people. I hate it when people overreact and blow things out of proportion. I hate melodrama. I hate it when people do things just to get attention. Life will suck sometimes, but we just need to try to move on. Never ever take anything for granted. Sometimes you do need help, so don't push people away. The next thing you know, you're alone if you do.

Sometimes I feel like an observer. I watch what everyone does in the background, and no one ever sees me. I feel like I'm suspended over nothing. My biggest fear is that the tears will stop and I won't feel anything. I don't want to be numb. If I'm sad, I want to cry; I'm deathly afraid that something bad might happen and it won't affect me at all. I don't want that to happen; I don't want to adapt to sadness that much.

I cried more than I ever had before at the Relay for Life last night. I try not to think about the fact that Michael's dead, and I did then. He was so full of life and so happy--then he was gone. I missed my chance because I was afraid.

Please, don't ever miss out on something you want more than anything. God knows I learned that lesson the hard way. Please understand, I didn't write this for sympathy; it's how I feel right now.
Unknown at 2:01 PM


  ¢ prénom:  Catherine
  ¢ âge:  Twenty-One
  ¢ berceau:  Raleigh, NC
  ¢ en ce moment:  Georgia
  ¢ poste:  crudesunlight {at} gmail {dot} com
  ¢ préféré:  Knitting, singing, playing guitar,
     writing music, collecting vinyls


amigone
Boredom Incarnate
Fantasyscape
Inner Voice
Mososo Kruppe!
Razored Wings
The Seraph's Atelier


  ¢ StarSpine Hoodie
  ¢ Gold Pullover
  ¢ Coupling


Je t'ai croisée
Un samedi soir
Et j'ai jeté sur ta silhouette
Une poignée d'épices colorées
Mon but était clair
T'envoûter
Tout en restant
Libre-moi et libre-toi
Car le roi de l'amour
N'a plus besoin d'esclaves

Adieu, adieu la nuit
Adieu tristesse, adieu les larmes
Je ne suis plus celui
Que tu as connu, plus le même
Ô bel enfant
Qui a tant pleuré
Adieu tout est fini
Adieu les larmes, adieu la nuit

Et le soleil de minuit a brillé pour nous
Jusqu'à l'arrivée du jour
Alors nous nous sommes séparés
Comme déjà saturés des délices du futur
Et j'ai marché seul
Guidé par ton ombre
J'ai traversé la ville déserte
Encore étincelante
Du voyage des rêveurs

Je t'ai croisé un samedi soir
Et déjà j'aimais l'odeur de ton rire
Et le soleil de minuit a brillé pour nous
Jusqu'à l'arrivée du jour

~Arthur H 

 
 Music
  ¢ Arthur H
  ¢ Blackfield
  ¢ Camille
  ¢ The Dissociatives
  ¢ Eisbrecher
  ¢ -M-
  ¢ Megaherz
  ¢ Nine Inch Nails
  ¢ Oomph!
  ¢ Porcupine Tree
  ¢ Silverchair
  ¢ Steven Wilson HQ
  ¢ Tweaker

 Other Links
  ¢ Craftster
  ¢ EML Studio
  ¢ Feministe
  ¢ Girls Read Comics
  ¢ Marnie Maclean
  ¢ Pandemian
  ¢ PostSecret
  ¢ Rainbow Parcel
  ¢ Stumptuous
  ¢ Tom and Lorenzo
  ¢ TWoP
  ¢ VG Cats
  ¢ Yarn Harlot
  ¢ You Knit What Part 2


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