She's the girl who sits and watches while others live a charmed life. The girl loves to write but doesn't know if she's any good at it. She loves rainbow sprinkled ice cream on a rainy day. She loves to take walks with the wind blowing. Giggling should be made a career. She tells you her secrets in not so many words.
As I sat there in the dark, putting up with the stiffling heat and hugging my semi-asleep laptop, it just hit me. Some things are best not shared. Some things are just better left deep in your soul than out there in the open.
The bitingly cold world out there can't handle them. Ironic? Well, yeah, what is one to do?
The only sad part is that I was enlightened a teeny bit too late. I left my soul bare. It was out in the open for the vultures and unfortunately the mean things were not sympathetic. They picked at it, every single portion of it. You would never recognize it if you were to look at it now. That's the extent of damage it has gone through.
Will it heal? Will time take its course? It has to. Right?
There's this inner tug that keeps pulling at my heart. It keeps asking me the reason for what I did. Things had been great for so long, when everything just stayed in the recesses of my being. It keeps asking me whywhywhy. I can't silence it because I don't have an answer. I honestly thought it was safe. I thought I could trust. I thought it was acceptable.
I thought...
Sometimes(maybe most of the time) what you think is absurdly wrong.
I want to take it all back. To go back to sitting in the dark and saying no or explaining that it isn't the greatest of times. To just rewind and decline. Very much impossible, I know but you can't help hoping when things are this hurtful.
I've always been the easy kill, I guess I always will. - Jimmy Eat World
But, you know what? I think even if the Great Gods of Time let me re-do things, I'd still do it the way I did. Stupid huh? Saying no has always been a nono. Haha. And that is why I'm constantly where I am, today, now, forever.
I know what I should do but I just can't walk away. - Jimmy Eat World