Ode to D Major.

Who decided you were the happiest chord?
Maybe your chord is happy,
but your key is so sad.
It’s like you’re secretly hiding your sadness with your pretence of bright
because hidden within you have Bmin(7) and F#min.
I don’t know what’s sadder.

The songs written in you always have that flavour.
That melancholy.

You’re the happiest chord with the saddest soul.

Taste the Rainbow

oh my god, amazing.

I'm still here

I have a tumblr. Find me here.

Don't worry. I'll still be back. I'm just posting all my crap over there so you don't have to deal with it :)

Tumblr: Coming soon.

I want a notepad like this. It seems like it'd be useful.

And I forgot to look back.

What happened to you? What happened to us?

(I know I'm the one who changed. What the hell happened to me?)

I guess it's too late now to say I miss you. Sorry.

There used to be a time when I told you everything through whispered embraces. I guess I didn't fight hard enough to keep that. To keep you.

And circumstances being what they are, I can no longer call you my boy.

Seeing you again brings it all back. Back to the days we were close.

(Do you remember?)

We were so close. But we were so young. So, so young.

Mad as a Hatter, Thin as a Dime

I'm seriously considering getting a tumblr to share little things like this more often.

Thoughts?

Get Out
Uploaded by Esma-Movie. - Classic TV and last night's shows, online.

everything

Maybe I'd be better off with a tumblr...

Sharing is Caring is bearing it all

Everyone has so much pain. It hurts me.

Do you know that? Do you have any idea how much I care for you?

You're my friend. And I'm so useless I can't even talk to you. I don't know how. Yet I feel like on some level we understand each other. It's an unspoken connection (except I'm not sure if you feel it too).

I just wish I could help you more.

(but maybe I need to help myself first)

silentscream

I think i have Depersonalization disorder.

I love you!

I love you. All. I don't care if you think I don't even know you or if you don't even know me. I love you. Each and every one of you who have walked into my life. You have improved it somehow.

I promise.

Sam & Katie

I empathise with Katie

A silent need

So there's a silent need, a want, a hope in all of us. But sometimes we don't know it until we lose what we didn't know could be lost. Then comes the heartbreak, reflection, the broken playbacks. We pour over everything wondering what could be different? Searching ourselves, we may come to some drawn out conclusion. Ultimately self-blame. Self-hate.

Then realisation dawns. We feel so alone. Stuck in this hole, darkness, mist. There's the yearning. Wishing it were different. Random venting. We need to get it out.

I think it helps to have someone there, reading you. Knowing they're there. Even if there isn't complete understanding, there is vibe.

I can't remember life without him (I think I did have good days)

This is actually perfect. I wish I wrote this. It's all relevant. I am so similar to Maria Mena that we're pretty much the same person. I'm her at my age (or she's me at her age). Whichever.
I would sing this to you myself but I don't think you like this song, and we don't have that kind of relationship anyway.

Comfortable as I am
I need your reassurance
And comfortable as you are
You count the days

But if I wanted silence
I would whisper
And if I wanted loneliness
I'd choose to go
And if i liked rejection
I'd audition
And if I didn't love you
You would know

And why can't you just hold me
And how come it is so hard
And do you like to see me broken
And why do I still care
still care

You say you see the light now
At the end of this narrow hall
I wish it didn't matter
I wish I didn't give you all

But if I wanted silence
I would whisper
And if I wanted loneliness
I'd choose to go
And if i liked rejection
I'd audition
And if I didn't love you
You would know

And why can't you just hold me
And how come it is so hard
And do you like to see me broken
And why do I still care

Poor little misunderstood baby
No one likes a sad face
But I can't remember life without him
I think I did have good days
I think I did have good days


And why(why) can't you just hold me
And how come it is so hard
And do you like to see me broken
And why do I still care
Comfortable as I am

Keep the Light On

I don't know when you'll see this, but it is for you (you'll get to it eventually).

This was the best version of this song I could find on youtube, but you know how it goes.

Incidentally I saw a play starring Lisa McCune just recently.

The Whitlams - Keep the Light On

We stumble into each other’s lives and we knock some things over

Try not to make a sound
Each time you reach out, a new shout or shine-on
We run in and fall out, fumble around for the key

I’ll always keep the light on for you
You try so hard to be alive
What else can you do, but close your eyes
You can’t see the beautiful way when you’re burning so bright

Your halfpenny eyes smile like a fire-sale
Everyone’s a suspect, the horses won’t move up the rail

Your sadness, a thief, waits in the hallway
With mail on the floor and 2 birds in the chimney

(I think I have a problem), I think I think too much

I've been thinking that maybe a lot of our problems are caused by over-thinking. Is it because we don't trust ourselves to feel? Sometimes we just feel the need to make sense of our emotions, to feel guilty for them. I used to do that and I still do. But I've realised there's no point. I know it's easier said than done. It's all well and good for me to say don't think; feel. I know it won't fix anything. But it'll sure as hell will make it stop hurting so much.

For so long I questioned my feelings for you. I wondered and overanalysed and walked around in circles. No, we don't match; and we don't fit. We don't really have much in common. But you make me happy. I like being with you. So, while we're both here we might as well make each other happy.

Save me from the misery my mind has planned for me.

On another note, house drama was amazing. I won't lie; of course I was disappointed when we can equal last. But now I don't care. We had a great time, I had a great time and I know we all put in our best effort.

I'm glad it's over now. I'm exhausted

Dance of the Lonely

Formal was great. Everything was so beautiful and the food was quite good (although, by dessert I had eaten so much I felt horrible). In the end we didn't end up winning cutest couple, but that's alright. The girl from the other couple came all the way from Canberra to be with her boy. At least I know that we would have won had I come from interstate.

The most surprising part of our night was when Katy Perry turned up during Single Ladies (the boys were doing it perfectly). It was so bizarre and random and everyone was crowded around her trying to take pictures and all. That was strange.

It's a shame they only really played 2 slow dance songs at the very end. I really was looking forward to a slow dance with you.

I wish you had stayed the extra 3 minutes your dad had offered. When you left they played a slow song and I was surrounded by so much love, yet excluded from it all. As I sat by myself almost crying I took comfort in the sympathies of those who recognised the lonely. I got through the night silently falling in love with faceless embraces.

After formal a group of us went to a cocktail bar for a while. I was nearly falling asleep by that stage and wondering why I didn't just go home. While we were waiting for our taxi the following exchange took place:

Drunk girl 1: Hey, Red Suit! Looking good! 100%!

Drunk girl 2: Yeah! Wanna have sex?

Subtlety is lost sometime after happy hour

In the taxi I was silently missing you, wishing for the loneliness to go away.

The burning sensation from the vodka and coke warmed me up right where I needed it.

Thank you for lending me yourselves when I needed you to. Thanks for being there for me.

Thanks for the dance.

(He missed you, you know. When you left and he hadn't gotten a chance to speak to you all night.)

Wanting Waiting

And again I find myself the one who loves more than she is loved. I want so badly for you to love me but I know you're somewhere else. I am no longer content being the drifter and it seems I need people to stop assuming I have connections elsewhere. There are those for whom I would sacrifice so much and those I already have. And if you knew who you were, would it make any difference at all?

I wonder if you know how many people adore you?

You are dangerous.

Oh God, please love me.

from the Cobwebs of my mind

Oh, M.

You're adorable. Even though you're a lot older than most of us, we feel a responsibility over you. You're actually the sweetest person I know and we were all hurting with you when you were hurting. Maybe you're unaware of the effect you have on others' lives, but you can light up a whole room with your smile. You're amazing to be around

You took me aside and asked the question, "Are you okay?". Your genuine concern brought a smile to my insides. You breeze through life, but have the capacity to be the crying shoulder.

In case you were wondering, this is about you. (Because we know how you are at understanding metaphors.) This is not about the letter M. I can only hope you'll understand this dedication. Sorry it's late.

Fine, Showers Clearing

I have to apologise for my previous posts. Anyone reading them could be forgiven for thinking that my life was shit. For some reason I've taken to posting when I feel very bad, which only gives readers the skewed impression that I'm always really bad.

Firstly, my life is not shit. It's actually quite good considering what it could be.

I've also portrayed my love life to be somewhat of a disaster. This is not entirely correct. I talk about my boyfriend (I am still reluctant to use that word because I dislike it somewhat) like I am on the verge of leaving. I don't know what I'm going to do, as I am extremely irrational and prone to spontaneous outbursts of stupidity. In reality, he is extremely patient with me. I honestly don't deserve someone who is that good to me, but here we are.

Also, I have recently stumbled across a blog called Hyperbole and a Half and I find it extremely hilarious. It's not for everyone, but I have laughed out loud so many times reading this and would like to draw your attention to the Alot post and the Dog post.

Okay, so I'm going to end my post here. (I wish I had awesome thought provoking images/words but I don't.) If you're reading this, thanks :)

Happiness is a Habit [I've yet to acquire]

Life has funny ways of working things out. Lying on the floor bawling my eyes out isn't exactly where I would like to be right now, but at the moment all I want to do is drown in self pity.

I don't know what to do with myself. I know what I'd like to do (see you) but at the moment I'm kept at home. You make things difficult for me. (I hate what you do to me.) I want so badly to stop wanting you, or at least lessen my feelings a little bit.

Love shouldn't hurt.

I'm scared of everything but the past. I'm scared to stay with you, but at the same time I'm terrified to leave you. You're all I've known for such a very long time.

I feel so awkward around your family. It would make it easier if they didn't dislike me as much. I never know what to say to them and everything I do seems justification enough for them to dislike me further.

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Formal is killing me. It shouldn't stress me out so much. (It's not even my formal)

I swear I should never be allowed to get married. I'm already enough of a datezilla.

God, I could use some pizza right now

Oh my, it seems I have a bit of Pizza in my Teeth

How awesome is pizza? Pizza has been in my life for as long as I can remember, really. And it never gets old. Pizza is a known comfort food. It's there through thick and thin (crusts) and always makes you feel good.

I'll be honest here. I haven't always been kind to pizza. There was a time where I took it for granted. And then there was a time where I didn't have it at all. When I had pizza again (which wasn't for a while) I couldn't believe how much I missed it. It was just so good.

The best part about pizza is that it tastes better the older it is.

(Okay, maybe not. That was a bad metaphor. You probably shouldn't eat it if it's over a day old. But you know what I mean. 12 year old pizza is probably not as good as I make it out to be)

Belonging Eloquence

I want to love again. I want to feel loved. I want the feeling of flying, that rushing joy and the swallowing worlds. head spin. I want your hands to want mine. Smile in your eyes. The expression of bliss when you look at me. In short, I think I miss you. In short, we belong together (at least for now). In short, the future is long and I'm scared.

Hold me.

He called me beautiful

And suddenly

Nothing else mattered

Spamming Lonely

Just a random compilation of things I've written
(note: all of these are very old).
There's a lot more, but I've handpicked these because I don't hate them.
I figured I'd post them here so my other posts would have friends

Reason for Beauty

If images we are constantly bombarded with
can be seen as beautiful;
How come there are so many of us
who think we are ugly?

Maybe we don’t look in the mirror enough.

Life Vines

Just a little something

It was about a year and a half ago

when our Life Vines first started to entwine

And, like our fingers interlaced

now I cannot tell where I end

and you begin

And this whole time

our Life Vines have pulled us in

I have been consumed by you

It's hard to be Human these days

Title is so wrong, but I'll live.

It’s intense;

missing you while you’re already here.

And it seems that every time I’m with you

I miss you all the more

Baby Blue Sedan

Thoughts of a Former Acrophobic

Acrophobia: extreme or irrational fear of heights.

You’ve said,
That at this time
We’re the closest we can be.
But maybe that’s just it.
When you’ve reached your highest point,
do you still keep climbing?
or do you just wait to fall?
Maybe this is what Love is all about.
Living and Loving
without fear of falling.
Because at least when I fall
I can fall for you all over again.

Spin Cycle

Your voice on the line.
I tell you I’m fine.
My stomach churns
and my tears come
to wash away my emotions.

fingertips

You write love on my arms,
which means you save me.
But saving me means you can only keep me
from falling off the ledge, while
I’m still there.
I clutch to you while I feel you pull away.
It’s worse than not being with you at all,
and I think,
Ending all communication would be easier.
I have to stop needing you somehow.

I don’t want to love you anymore.
I want to fall in love with you again

the magnificence of another's life

I hope I never get to the point where I don't feel like I want to know more about a person's life. I wish I knew more about my friends, I wish I knew more about my family. I have always been the awkward one who had trouble maintaining relationships (though not through lack of interest). People who (think they) know me might be very surprised to find out that I really enjoy talking to people. By this I mean I enjoy conversing when I am in a comfortable setting.

For whatever reason I have been told I've come across as anything from annoying (I concede), insane (granted) to a snob. While I will pay the first two, the latter continues to confuse and upset me. The only conceivable explanation for this is that I find it difficult to talk to people (especially for the first time). I can't help feeling self-conscious and inadequate and boring. While I may like talking to people, it still takes a considerable amount of time before I let my guard down.

I am very good at acting confident. I guess this is where the notion of my being a snob comes in. People see me being confident and approachable with my friends, then get offended when I don't approach them or I don't lead the conversation with as much gusto. This doesn't happen often as I'm only really ready to let my guard down when the other person has demonstrated that I can trust them (and it very rarely works the other way).
In short, I guess this all comes down to my terrible self-esteem (which I refuse to do anything about)

This is why I find it much easier to watch and observe passively. You may think it's sly and creepy of me, but I really don't mean any harm. Other people just interest me, which I why I like this collection of finds.


On a different note, being one of the younger ones does have its disadvantages. I'm not talking about the obvious ones where I can't go partying with my friends because I'm not really into that. I'm talking about the realisation that people around you are growing up and you know you're next. I know I shouldn't, but I find the future depressing. It scares me, and I hate it for all the reasons people love it. You never know what's going to happen.. All my friends in the level above are about to graduate from their last year of high school. After that, their whole lives are in front of them. I'm terrified for them, but I'm more terrified for me. I am confident that all of them will find their feet and their way around the world. They'll move on from high school, become independent, make new friends and I don't know what I'll do without them.

It's all just one step closer into adulthood.

When there's nothing left to say

I really really do not want to go to school tomorrow. The fact that I have school tomorrow makes me sad.

Oh Barney Stinson. Why can't we all be as awesome as you?

(By the way, I heard that Ted Mosby guy is jerk)

Isolated embraces

Last night I went out. It was just a small gathering and everything was cosy and just the way I like it. It was sad, because it still felt like something was missing, and I felt worse after realising that things couldn't be more perfect. The problem clearly lies with me. To feel so isolated despite being surrounded by people who care about you is the worst loneliness... Someone please stop me now before I suffocate in self pity.

Oh please. I'm discovering myself, and in the meantime it means I don't feel so sad. I'm still figuring out what I feel; maybe I don't. And truth be told, I don't know what's worse. So darling, if you don't mind I'll keep holding you tighter, I'll kiss you deeper in the hope that I'll feel something.

(I know I said I didn't have more work to put up, but I lied. I should have said that I don't have any more good work to put up. This is still mine. I don't like it very much)

Dear Mr. Drunk-man on the train:

I know I'm probably the first person to say this to you, or even to think it; but I respect you. Or at least I understand you. I can see myself in your shoes. And your thoughts on life? Yes, life is a struggle. God only knows what you've been through. You've probably already drunk your memories away. And yes, in a way the human struggle can be compared to crucifixion. The ultimate sacrifice.

It's clichéd, but I'm really not who you think I am

It never ceases to amuse me when somebody loves me for all the wrong reasons. They think I know who I am, but in reality they've got it all wrong. Preconceived judgements, or even biases and comparisons muddle people up and the image they get of me is rarely accurate. I'm not saying it's a bad thing, but people will always be interesting.

(also don't hold out for pretty pictures or interesting graphics. I've vowed never to put up anything that wasn't my own work, and I guess I've used up my only two photos in previous posts... here's holding out for a new camera!)

To acquaintances and the human journey

I've said this before but I know I'm still very much an unknown. Most of my life I've been okay with that, but recently I've been feeling more out of the loop than usual. That's why after I've finished this post I'm going to look around the blogosphere for people I actually know and see what they're up to. Reading about other people's lives reminds me that we're really not that different. They'll be parts of our life journeys that we'll walk together, or even parallel with each other and it's sad to think that we may never cross paths again. (If you're uncomfortable with me following you, let me know and I'll stop)

Think about how many people have touched your heart in some way. How many times has someone's actions meant more to you than they'll ever know? Yet we feel strange telling them, like opening up to our need to connect as human beings is embarrassing. There are so many of you I respect so much. Even if you may not have personally impacted on me, it's a shame you'll never know. If you're reading this and think that maybe I might be referring to you, you're probably right. Not because I'm writing this for a specific person in mind, but because I'm writing this for every single person I have ever had a conversation with or even been lucky enough to be acquainted with. I have never met or even heard of a person I didn't sympathise or empathise with.

Longing for the brighter past

I don't want this just to become a blog about the past, but I wrote this a while ago and I'd like to put it up.

Let’s go back to the past. Or some other time where everything was perfect and beautiful and right. Back to a time where I don’t remember feeling any pain and everything that was done was amazing. With you.

Because I love you. And we had amazing times. And I can’t help thinking that is what is missing when I feel like I’m missing something. I miss you. But that’s not it, because I can miss you when you’re here. Because I’m missing that past you. I miss how we were. How everything was. Back to that bright summer. The brightest summer of my life when all I could remember is the sun shining, everybody’s eyes lighting up. Yours, shining the brightest of all. Just for me. Back to a time when everything was innocent; when all we wanted to do was see each other, hold your hand. When the sight of you coming up to me still set my heart aflutter.

Do you miss that too? Do you miss us? Do you sometimes wish and wonder and want things to go back to the way they were? When everything was perfect, and we didn’t worry about the future. We were too busy living in the moment. When we lived by Carpe Diem and we seized every moment out of every day we spent together. As if there was no tomorrow. And, in a way there never was. Because as much as we want to; as much as anyone wants to; we can never, ever go back. Not ever.

We only have memories. Memories are all that we have to keep us going. Memories remind me why we love each other, why we always will. You don’t leave someone you’ve shared that much with. And if you do, you must do it with as much heartbreak as quiet detachment. And it’s a shame. It’s such a terrible, terrible shame that time works in this way. People grow and move apart at different times and sometimes it feels like we’re not in sync at all. Not with anyone.

Everything you’ve ever wanted will come to you. But that’s just it. You get everything you’ve ever wanted. You’ll only realise that when you’ve got it. And by then you’ll be too afraid to let it go. Because you tell yourself that you’ve wanted it so much, for so long. And the people in your life have all moved on. Or they haven’t, but you have.

This is where time plays its dirty little tricks on us. Two people, wanting each other at different times only to discover that when they’re together; they’re together. But when they’re apart; they’re gone. Almost from each other’s lives. But that’s not to stop them from missing each other. Because they’ll miss the memories. Everything they had. Everything they had come from and experienced together.

Life plays such cruel, terrible tricks on us. And who’s to say “stop it”? Who’s to fight against the bad times? No-one, because we can’t bend or break something that was never whole. Something that was always nothing, except in our own minds. And, for reasons that everybody knows why, we allow ourselves to be hurt; we choose it. Because we know that the deepest, saddest pain is worth one happy memory. One perfect moment, where everything made sense is worth all those heartbreaks. Because pain can only hurt as much as you let it. Memories are carried with you for your whole life, and no-one can ever take them away from you. Once a moment, a memory is created; it is yours to keep, and treasure. Nobody knows why, but lives are lived and souls are given; hearts are broken, and everything falls into place.

I don't know. That was just a rant and this blog is fairly empty so I thought I'd fill it with stuff :)

To new beginnings, and learning from the past

This is my first post, and I'm really unsure of what to do.

I guess I'll dedicate it to new beginnings stemming from the past.

It's bizarre to think of the beginning of everything, how everything begat everything else. I strongly believe that everything happens for a reason, or at least that we should all learn from our own mistakes. Because, let's face it; we wouldn't be where we are today if we didn't make any mistakes. Everything we do in life affects not only ourselves but the people around us.

Speaking of new beginnings and old pasts, I'm finally learning to be by myself. Don't get me wrong, I know how to be alone (I was independent for a long time before I was dependent) but being alone and being by one's self are completely different concepts. I'm tired of being the outsider, known only by her associations with others. I need to create an identity for myself, love myself because I want to; not because no-one else will. Because when someone came alone and loved me, I forgot to love myself.