Belles, Stars and Boulevards

Sometimes I wish that you were worrying about me instead of me worrying about you. Or thinking about you all the time.

Its selfish I know, but it feels so awesome to be loved.

I need a hug dammit.

We all need hugs before we just break down and cry for no apparent reason.

Thats how I feel like, so many times. Like theres so much abuse that I can't take it, can't take anymore. Not from another source, not from someone I trust, cause I'm already falling and drowning in it.

Please help, my sky is falling.
I need a fresh dose of hope, but somehow, I can't find someone who will give it to me.

I'm still I little kid, inside. I can't take all of this, from everyone. All the bitterness, it just eats away at me all the time. I don't know how we can ignore it. Its for survival I suppose, we block it out so it doesn't kill us. But if I block it out, when I block it out, I become bad..

Like everything I hate. I have to be aware of it all. But if I do I can't live my life properly. Its like I just want to find a corner somewhere and sit down and hug my soft toy. Where its quiet. Without the people, without the hate.

There's so much sad, gonna flood the ocean
We're all in tears for the world is broken
Together we cry

There comes a time when every bird has to fly
At some point every rose has to die
It's hard to let your children go, leave home
Where they go? Who knows
Getting drunk, getting stoned all alone

Teach a man to fish, you feed him now for life
You show your kids the truth, hope they never lie
Instead of reading in a letter that they've gone to something better
Bet you're sorry now, I won't be coming home tonight

I'm sick of looking for those heroes in the sky

To teach us how to fly
Together we cry, together we cry

Labels: feelings, my weird opinion, myself, song

There's so much sad, gonna flood the ocean
We're all in tears for the world is broken
Together we cry

There comes a time when every bird has to fly
At some point every rose has to die
It's hard to let your children go, leave home
Where they go? Who knows
Getting drunk, getting stoned all alone

I'm sick of looking for those heroes in the sky

To teach us how to fly
Together we cry, together we cry

Labels: feelings, my weird opinion, myself, song

Hi, I'm Ian.

Just another starstruck (see above for evidence*) wanderer trying to find his way in this horribly confusing and sometimes messed up world.

This space as you might have realised is for my own venting. It's where I talk, to myself. To the universe. It's where I don't lie. Much. Chances are you won't get more truth out of me than these few billion pages of angst.

My life isn't that bad. Sometimes. The good parts just usually end up being the blank dates in between the posts you see. So yes, just to practice my math and to cheer myself up a little, the number of posts is inversely proportional to my mental wellbeing. Yes that counts as math with me.

And despite the wry smile on my face and the grin I can imagine on yours, I'm still rather sombre.

I promise you I'm sunny somedays. Stick around. You never know what you may learn.

*hint may or may not be in big black font at the top of the page.

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Because Cute, Smart, and Funny don't mean a thing The above was supposed to be the real title, but trust me the blogskin screwed up on me Living life to the fullest And I won't say anything at all. To all the lovely bitches like you Get your boots on
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