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| update of my life i was walking to the movies one day and passed by an army recruiters office. i sparatically decided that i would join the army reserves. i left hawaii for basic combat training on 23 april 2007. after 10 stressful weeks i graduated on 9 july 2007. 3 days later i continued my initial entry training by beginning 13 stress filled weeks of advanced individual training. i graduated on 4 october 2007 and returned home on 5 october 2007. that is all
thoughts it happens that i met someone. and that someone began to make a home somewhere in my heart. not even my heart, just somewhere inside of me. if you've read my blogs before you'll see i have major trust issues. probably enough to have to talk to some professional help. anyways. i find it hard to trust this guy not only because guys in general are dogs who think with their wrong head... and yes, i know this from experience being on both ends. it's more hard because he's just begun exploring the homosexual within him. i'm his first boyfriend you could say and he believes that he may love me. it's fine with me. but the fact that he's new and i am more jaded towards the gay world has me feeling that perhaps a relationship isn't what he needs. i know one of us will end up getting hurt. maybe he'd be better off free. i just don't know what to do. the distrust i have within kills me. it makes me so unhappy. it keeps me up at night. keeps me digging for something to catch him on. i know i have this problem. i've for so long. but how do you kill it? i can try all i want but it's never stopped it. is that i've hurt so many that i've officially fucked myself over by making my own self not be able to trust because of things i have done? perhaps karma is a bitch.
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| so, i've finally come to a place in my life where i can say i just don't care. i work, come home, relax, sleep...and repeat. i've come to a poin where the opinions of others don't mean anything to me. nobodies. not those of friends, family, or random people that no me. and i really think i like it. this new found freedom of judgement and invisible standards i think i must meet. i wonder if it's a bad thing. well, bad things do always feel oh so good now don't they? | | |
| I heard he sang a lullaby I heard he sang it from his heart When I found out thought I would die Because that lullaby was mine I heard he sealed it with a kiss He gently kissed his cherry lips I found that so hard to believe Because his kiss belonged to me
How could an angel break my heart Why didn’t he catch my falling star I wished I didn’t wish so hard Maybe I wished our love apart How could an angel break my heart
I heard his face was white as rain (your face is white as rain) Soft as a rose that blooms in may (soft as a rose in may) He keeps his picture in a frame (I keep your picture) And when he sleeps he calls his name (I only call out your name) I wonder if he makes him smile (he doesn’t make me smile) The way he used to smile at me (I only smile at you) I hope he doesn’t make him laugh (he doesn’t make me laugh) Because his laugh belongs to me (my laugh belongs to you)
How could an angel break my heart (you are my heart) Why didn’t he catch my falling star (I will catch your star) I wished I didn’t wish so hard (don’t wish so hard) Maybe I wished our love apart (love falls apart) How could an angel break my heart (your tender heart)
Oh (my love) My (I know that) Soul (I know your) Is (is dying) Dying (I know your soul is crying) It’s crying (I know that you’ve been dying) I’m trying (trying) To understand Please help me (please help me)
How could an angel break my heart (I’d never break your heart) Why didn’t he catch my falling star (I’d catch your falling star) I wished I didn’t wish so hard (you never wished too hard) Maybe I wished our love apart (we’re not apart) How could an angel break my heart (oooh yeah) | | |
| Okay, here's my thoughts. I'm sorry if it's confusing, I've never been any good at laying out my thoughts onto paper...
I want to be strong physically as well as mentally. But which can come first? I want to say I love myself enough to be alone, without anyone there to hold, touch, and comfort me. But it's really hard.....ugh...fuck this....bye | | |
| "fuck emo. fucke screamo. like oh my god, fuck hardcore. it all sounds the same to me...a fucking bore."
like oh my god, gag me with a fucking spoon. i'm actually back at xanga. xanga is like soooo freshmen year. hahaha, how lame right. okay so here's the deal. i think i was a pretty bitchy boy back in highschool and since then i've put that back in my closet, you know be the nice kid, the quiet one. but it's getting pretty lame. i feel my inner highschool calling out for the bitch again. *sigh* if only right? maybe....
oh yeah...i'm not annorexic, i'm just average
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