Are your secrets where you left them? Cause now your ghosts are mine as well. I think it's time I met them and I think it's time you tell

This happiness scares the shit out of me (oh so eloquently put.)
I'm not used to the lack of sorrow and racing thoughts,
The absence of meaningless anger and angst.
This past weekend was filled with colored chalk drawings, cupcakes and rainbows.
I guess that makes me a normal mom.
For once.
Finally?
I guess the little peach pills work pretty damn well.

You should all listen to Sugarplum Fairy.
Freaking Swedish bands are fucking amazing.

/the most unoriginal post ever.

Copy all cats and acrobats, I know you don’t play fair, Slinging sickness through the atmosphere, Without a care

Been keeping all thoughts to myself.
Selfish girl.
Expecting things to fall apart keeps me from building false hope too high.
When you anticipate things to come, time that usually flies by is like a cigarette- just drags.
The next 3 years will be an eternity.
Need batteries to hear- everything people say falls on deaf ears.
I understand life in only the most fundamental of ways.
Mission: Impossible heart.
Hopes and dreams are mirrors ,shattered by the unforgiving fist that is life.
Teeth-gritting, fist-clenching jealousy over those who have the freedom I gave up for the love of my life. But, I wouldn't change a thing.

Born a Capricorn with the soul of a Sagittarius, looking for my Aquarius.

Dissociative

I don't remember writing that last blog.
But, I assume I did, since it's there.

Officially Bipolar. Whatever that means.
Involves new meds, more meds, and a psychiatrist and his dog.
Quite the combination.

Looking at old pictures gives me a small slice of happiness, something I'm in short supply of.
Jade eyes become more jaded every day.
Tired of complaining and being tired.
Can't stand the sour taste left in my mouth by all of the "I Love You"'s that have been held in for so long, having no one to say them to.
Loneliness is a bitter pill to swallow, and I'm about to overdose.

This life is two sizes too small.
I feel like a bird in a cage with clipped wings and an open cage door, looking longinly at the open window across the room. Accidentally taunted by freedom and flight.

The Ends Never Justify The Means... It Just Means The End

It's been a long time.
But, I'm not of the mind to write the words that aren't in my mind.
I've been blank space lately. Billboard for nothing.
The starless skies have taken over the long nights, and I can't make wishes that won't come true anyways.
I should be royalty- my heart's so blue that my blood is changing colors.
I live in a fairytale world- disenchanted village. broken magic mirrors. prince charming locked in a tower I haven't found yet.

If scars are stories, my skin's right up there with The Odyssey.

Don't Think I'll Let This One Go

Disappointed and disenchanted with you.
I gave you a chance, and you dropped me further down than I've ever been.
I'm over it. Over you.