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| I think that at most times in our lives we crave normal, but when we are the norm it begins to lose its flavor. How great is it to be just another? Its funny that at times I do things just to stand out and be different, and then other times I just want to not say a word and just blend. Life is funny like that. We tend to contradict ourselves all the time, and pass it off. Why not? I try to keep to my standards but every now and then I need to just stop. For some reason people put perfect and normal in together as if one goes with the other. I find it interesting that we really even care so much, because people more likely envy the odd one. So what I guess what I am trying to say is you will never reach the standards. ouch, that's harsh. | | |
| I use to think my family was normal. Families can be normal, right? Normal, normal, normal, the word is losing power. The more I hear it, I seem to find it fake. No family is normal, they all tend to have quarks and odd balls, happenings that mess up the natural abilities of one or the other. Who associated this word with families, teasing the minds of people who seek what never was. Perhaps this generation is getting worse at covering it up. The family is no longer a well oiled machine where the daddy goes to work and brings the money, and the mommy cleans the house and cooks the food. We are intermixing the duties that set up family life, we are smearing the normal and setting up the mixed, complicated, combined, household. | | |
| Have you ever felt that all you want to do is have someone listen, and the very people you go to have other things they want to say. When is it right to tell them to shut up? Is it ever, do you just smile and wish they would stop? Where is rude crossing the line, and when do I become aware that I am being a baby? Oh the woes of wanting attention and recieving none.
Get over it. | | |
| I woke up to the rain today. Lovely. It made my day, it made me want to read a book and sit by the window. But I decided instead to go to class, tragic. What time I could of used to just enjoy. | | |
| Walk away, just turn and leave
Why is it so hard to go
I am sick of missing
There no longer is an ending
Just a pause
Put me into motion
I am tired of waiting
Free me from this chamber
You seem to hold me with words
I hope there meaning is deeper
but its not
I am forgetting you
your face, your eyes, your smile
your fading from my mind
it is the only way to continue
to leave you | | |
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