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Where Is My Mind?
Yep. My Journal. On gaia. About my ways and such.- []-
They're Never Okay
You know how when you see someone looking a bit off and you ask something along the lines of "Are you okay?"..
I'm pretty sure if they look a bit off to you, there's something wrong. Even if they say everythings fine..
I get asked that a lot..
Am I okay?..
Not always, but who isn't from time to time..
But this is stuff everyone knows..
Tovy is screaming really loud in my ear..if birds can scream..
I wonder if he's okay. He still plucks his feathers..so does Daisy, but she has health problems.
Joey and Lexy are always fine but that because they have eachother.
Cinnamon..she's always fine, my hamster.
She's my baby.
Its almost around the time when I bought her. ^^
Too bad her daddys gone..well, he never really agreed he'd be the dad..pfft..
Single mother..; H;
That day was fun..we walked along train tracks and when the train passed it honked. My sister did that arm motion.
I had an anxiety attack later that night.
I asked for a kiss and got mad right after..
I know I'm unreasonable..
Always have..don't know if I always will..
I really like to take things and make it into a meaning of my own.. People do that though. They like that. When somethings about them..especially if they feel left out..I don't speak for everyone though..just saying.
Saying..stuff..
What more can I say?
Eating French toast..
Missing my friends..
Missing people..
I wanna sleep, but I get sick..
More than familiar faces in my dreams..
I don't necessarily have a song stuck in my head..
Quotes? Lyrics? A poem? A memory? Already did.
I wonder who you think of..

The Drums- Best Friend
You are my best friend, but then you died
When I was 23 and you were 25
You are my best friend, but then you died
And how will I survive, survive, survive, survive?
Oh, how will I survive, survive, survive, survive?

And every day I waited for you
And every day on the top of your car
Every day I waited for you
And every day on the hood of your car
Ah ah-ah, ah ah-ah
Ah ah-ah, ah hah-ah-ah-ah
Ah ah-ah, ah ah-ah
Ah ah-ah, ah hah-ah-ah-ah

Oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

I had a dream of you, you were drifting away
You were sad and the ocean dripped away
And I know you're gonna be okay
'Cause I can see it in your eyes, your eyes, your eyes, your eyes
And I know I'm gonna survive, survive, survive, survive

And every day I waited for you
And every day on the top of your car
Every day I waited for you
And every day on the hood of your car
Ah ah-ah, ah ah-ah
Ah ah-ah, ah hah-ah-ah-ah
Ah ah-ah, ah ah-ah
Ah ah-ah, ah hah-ah-ah-ah

Oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

And every day I waited for you
And every day on the top of your car
Every day I waited for you
And every day on the hood of your car
Ah ah-ah, ah ah-ah
Ah ah-ah, ah hah-ah-ah-ah
Ah ah-ah, ah ah-ah
Ah ah-ah, ah hah-ah-ah-ah
Ah ah-ah, ah ah-ah
Ah ah-ah, ah hah-ah-ah-ah
Ah ah-ah, ah ah-ah
Ah ah-ah, ah hah-ah-ah-ah


"You realize that our mistrust of the future makes it hard to give up the past.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Survivor
“Bitter people are not interested in what you say, but what you hide.”
― Shannon L. Alder
“so here i sit. a sum of the parts. about a third way down this wonderful path, so to speak. and i've been thinking lately about a friendship that fell apart with time, with distance, and with the misunderstanding of youth. i'm trying not to confuse sadness with regret. not the easiest thing at times. i dont regret that certain things happened. i understand that perhaps i had a choice in the matter, or perhaps i believe in fate. probably not, but so far actions as small as the quickest glance to events as monumental as death have pushed me slowly along to right here, right now. there was no other way to get here. the meandering and erratic path was actually the straightest of lines. take away a handful of angry words, things once thought of as mistakes or regrets, and i'm suddenly a different person with a different history, a different future. that, i would regret. so here i sit. thinking about a person i once called my best friends. a man who might be full of sadness and regret, who might not give a damn, or who might, just might, remember the future and realize that's where its at.”
― Chris Wright





 
 
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