A FREAKING addiction is what he is
How can such a ridiculous thing be?
All I can do is feed the addiction
No matter how much torture its for me
He understands nothing about this love
He turns away from who he really is
Past is better than this hellish present
Numbers are in the way of everything
I dont care what they say and never will
I bleed my love for you a crimson red
You come with a band aid but its for you
I become numb to all that surrounds me
Until one day you finally see it
But its too late for this realization
I am long gone from this sick game of love
he's an addiction
a FREAKING addiction
how can that be?
all i can do is feed
no matter how much torture it is
he understands nothing
he's blind to my true nature
he's blind to HIS true nature
past is better than this present
numbers are in the way of this love
i dont care what the say
i bleed my love for you
you come with a band aid
but its for yourself
i become numb to all
until one day you finally see
but then its too late
i am long gone from this sick game of love
"ok well i hope i havent freaked you out."
"naw dont worry bout it i understand how you feel. you gotta take a break every now and then."
"tara get up! its already 12 i doubt you need all this sleep honey!" screams my mom. my heads pounding and i can barely get up. everything comes back to me and all i can do is run into the bathroom ands stare at myself. "how can aaron even look at me. i'm a nobody. he's to good to be true," i think to myself. then it finally hits me i have to meet him today to catch up on work. i grab my phone flip it open. 3 missed calls and 7 new text messages. the anticipation was murde
Run, run, run, keep it up! I think to myself.
Running from the cops is an ecstatic event. It creates unneeded tension and electricity in the air.
I felt the rush, the electricity, the tension, and the adrenaline. Or was that all happening because Aaron was holding my hand keeping me steady. Let me explain how we got into this predicament. We were just dancing at this party when all of a sudden we hear some people scream for us to shut up. Then we see cops come through the gate to the backyard with flashlights. Basically all of us sprint out the back since obviously you shouldnt drink and do drugs in front of the cops.
Run, run, run, keep it up! I think to myself.
Running from the cops is an ecstatic event. It creates unneeded tension and electricity in the air.
I felt the rush, the electricity, the tension, and the adrenaline. Or was that all happening because Aaron was holding my hand keeping me steady. Let me explain how we got into this predicament. We were just dancing at this party when all of a sudden we hear some people scream for us to shut up. Then we see cops come through the gate to the backyard with flashlights. Basically all of us sprint out the back since obviously you shouldnt drink and do drugs in front of the cops.
"ok well i hope i havent freaked you out."
"naw dont worry bout it i understand how you feel. you gotta take a break every now and then."
"tara get up! its already 12 i doubt you need all this sleep honey!" screams my mom. my heads pounding and i can barely get up. everything comes back to me and all i can do is run into the bathroom ands stare at myself. "how can aaron even look at me. i'm a nobody. he's to good to be true," i think to myself. then it finally hits me i have to meet him today to catch up on work. i grab my phone flip it open. 3 missed calls and 7 new text messages. the anticipation was murde
he's an addiction
a FREAKING addiction
how can that be?
all i can do is feed
no matter how much torture it is
he understands nothing
he's blind to my true nature
he's blind to HIS true nature
past is better than this present
numbers are in the way of this love
i dont care what the say
i bleed my love for you
you come with a band aid
but its for yourself
i become numb to all
until one day you finally see
but then its too late
i am long gone from this sick game of love
A FREAKING addiction is what he is
How can such a ridiculous thing be?
All I can do is feed the addiction
No matter how much torture its for me
He understands nothing about this love
He turns away from who he really is
Past is better than this hellish present
Numbers are in the way of everything
I dont care what they say and never will
I bleed my love for you a crimson red
You come with a band aid but its for you
I become numb to all that surrounds me
Until one day you finally see it
But its too late for this realization
I am long gone from this sick game of love
Today is my birthday....
Don't feel different...
Haven't been on DA for awhile -.-'
About to leave to eat and movies
wearing a blue and white striped dress
i was supposed to get the env2or the voyger now i get nether even though its supposed to be my graduation present.... i am so ready to have a bitch fit....
i was dead....
better yet i wish my mom was dead....
me and her had a paticulary bad fight
the outsome no more piano no more house as soon as im 18
no more money for food and movies
and no more college..... unless i pay for it myself...
shes making me quit piano because she thinks im not trying and i am...
its not like i tell her to quit english since she doesnt seem to try
i cry for my non existing selfisteem self confidence and fatness....
i am so going to kill my mom and i really mean that literally.
i would feel NO guiltin doing so
shes the worst mother anyway..... i always thought god put me on earth to support my mom and lov