The world may call it a second chance,

but when I came back it was more of a relapse.

Here I am again, and I don't know why. Probably boredom.

So, how 'bout them second chances?

I just posted a long, poetic post on my extremely dated xanga that I somehow still remember the login for. I don't know why I'm posting here, but here we go.

It just hit me. It just hit me that I have to forgive. Even if I've been holding the same grudge for years, bitter for my broken heart, bitter for what happened, I can't keep doing this. I tell all my friends that, "not in a million years will I ever!" but. Well.

I give up.

We're so close to something better left unknown,

we're so close to something better left unknown.

You

are not

worth crying over.

Not again.


Not again.
Not again.
Not again.
Not again.




Never again.

lucky

Sometimes I would I could turn back time. Not years back, not months back, just a few minutes back so you wouldn't have to leave.











Sigh.

What a catch, what a catch

This past weekend was fun.
Homecoming game was okay. Not as awesome as I anticipated.
But, I had fun regardless.
Fright Fest was fun. Even though there was stupid, silly drama.
I was stuck in the middle.
But the haunted houses were fun.
I screamed, but I loved it.
I want to go back to Thrillvania this October as well.
That place holds odd memories, though.


I have never felt so alone.