Xanga Archive

So if you want to know what my last 2 posts were about, send me an e-mail.  I’m not going to mention anything really here… except that I reacted rather rashly to this situation at first, but as time goes on I am dealing better and better….  and according to Karen at least, I am doing very well…. so that kind of makes me feel better….. (btw, Karen Dondzila is also quite awesome, and if she is reading this… then thanks to her 😉  she rocks.)  Please, if you know what this is about or think that you know what this is about, if you want to try to help, do NOTHING but come and talk to me.  You can send me an e-mail, if you know my number you can call me….  but… don’t do anything on my behalf.  To those who have not received my school number yet but had the number last year…. the area code and first 3 digits are the same, the last 4 digits are 5377.

Godspeed.

“So this is odd
The painful realization that all has gone wrong
And nobody cares at all.
And nobody cares at all.

So you buried all your lover’s clothes
And burned the letters lover wrote
But it doesn’t make it any better
Does it make it any better?
And the plaster dented from your fist
In the hall where you had your first kiss
Reminds you that the memories will fade.

So this is strange
This sidestepping has come to be a brilliant dance
Where nobody leads at all.
Where nobody leads at all.

And the picture frames are facing down
And the ringing from this empty sound
Is deafening and keeping you from sleep
And breathing is a foreign task
And thinking’s just too much to ask
And you’re measuring your minutes
By a clock that’s blinking eights.

This is incredible.
Starving, insatiable.
Yes this is love for the first time.
Well you’d like to think that you were invincible.
Yeah, well weren’t we all once
Before we felt loss for the first time?
Well this is the last time.”

-“The Brilliant Dance,” by Dashboard Confessional