January 2012
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Stressed - Living Conditions - Soon To Be Homeless
So I managed to get a job, still a full time student in college but I am still worried about my future. The money I make at this job is not going to be enough for me to sustain a good living situation come may 31st when I am on my own. What is more stressful is that even though I have taken the steps to do what I need to do, I know that I am going to come up short somewhere. I am going to apply to...
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I am here stuck
trying to get over someone that I did not even date.
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One Person Will Always Love The Other More...
I won’t allow that to be me.
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Tonight I Will Cry For All Of You
I will cry for every boy I’ve ever loved that treated me like shit, every guy that I loved that never loved me back, for all the time wasted, for the mistreatment for the drama, for the settling.
In the morning I will make the steps to move on and finally not give the past anymore power over me.
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My heart is just an open wound
throbbing with the memories that wont allow me to get over you.
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Daily Confession: January 28th 2012
We say our how do you do’s, I conjure up a fake smile but I’m breaking inside because my heart still loves you and my mind doesn’t want it to be true.
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I called you before I went to sleep, but instead of hearing your voice I ended up saying good night to your voicemail. -_-
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Daily Confession: January 25th 2012
I know you’re trying to help, but constantly pointing out my flaws isn’t helping.
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Keeps The Organ Of Love Young
Keeps The Organ Of Love Young By Jean Roy We could only hope to be star crossed lovers For loving implies the notion of blind trust and the deceiving of one another. We try and believe that our hearts beat as one Because uncertainty and doubt is what keeps the organ of love young. Copyright 2012 All Rights Reserved
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Daily Confession: January 24th 2012
Putting my heart on the line is a waste of time.
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Some Say...
…That time can heal a broken heart but no one ever mentions that it can also break a waiting one.
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Daily Confession: January 21st 2012
I am far too in love with the idea that I can make someones day just by texting them good morning and falling asleep with them on the phone every night.
Making someone happy makes my day complete.
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Seven days without love makes one weak.
:)
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Daily Confession: January 20th 2012
I speak to you through cryptic blog posts, but I still do not know if you are reading them.
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I hate this...
My feelings always get in the way of making a smart decision. I should follow my head instead of my heart.
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A bottle a day keeps the feelings for you away.
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Worth Gone Missing
Worth Gone Missing By Jean Roy I attempted to run away from my problems but the pain remained at a stand still. I had craved the thought of moving on. What such sweet freedom it would be, but your words keep a hold on me. If only I could conquer the perils that this type of love brings, but such a tough opponent uses me, knowing it is the very thing I live for. You build me up to break me down....
I won’t let you break my heart.
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Daily Confession: January 15th 2012
Today I didn’t just see the old sadness in his eyes, I absorbed it. I plan to make him smile.
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Contact Me?
Have you ever wanted to stalk me? …or become friends?
Let me help you out.
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I Knew That I Could Be Happy Without You
I just never wanted to live my life without you in it. I am fine, if you are ever wondering. Yes, I miss you terribly and some nights I lay awake hoping that you would call but good morning texts and sincere I love you’s from him are far better than the ignorance to my feelings that you would give me on a daily basis. I love you and probably always will but you aren’t the only one who...
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Hiding Pain
Hiding Pain By Jean Roy I have always been good at hiding pain with a smile and a “I’m Fine” Copyright 2012 All Rights Reserved
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Thank You
You refuse to see how broken I’ve been and only focus on the beauty that I am. Thank you.
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Your Kisses Heal Me
Your Kisses Heal Me By Jean Roy You held me close, and removed all of my doubts Lips upon lips, while beauty spilled out your mouth. You made me feel so perfect and beautiful Our hearts had fluttered fast, this feeling was mutual. Like rain on summer days when the sky cools down the earth Promises of a new tomorrow, You are more than what I deserve To heal these scars that I hide from view You...
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It's Sunday Morning
I slept right next to my phone. I’m still waiting for your call.
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You Have A Piece Of My Heart That I Can't Get Back
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I’ll be honest I get lonely sometimes. Just so that I can hear your voice I call your phone. Those three forced hello’s are the best thing I can do to make you talk to me, even if I don’t respond on the other line in chance that you might hang up on me first.
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Right Place - Wrong Time
This bed is lonely without you. I’m at the right place but without you here, it will always be the wrong time.
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Even If It Takes Forever
I use to count down the days until you’d love me back. But I refuse to live my life in a dream that will never come true. I’ve decided to let go of the idea of ‘us’ I promise I’ll be happy without you, even if it takes forever.
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Daily Confession: January 13th 2012
Today I wondered, just exactly how many times two friends can fall apart before its no longer a friendship but just two broken people.
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Im sicky. Dont judge me.
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Sound Barrier
Sound Barrier By Jean Roy I. I have this issue where I try and disguise sounds so that my troubles won’t become reality if heard by someone else. II. I turn on the faucet in the bathroom, as I lay on the floor hoping that the sound of me crying would be masked out by the rushing water that flowed down the drain. II. I play joyful songs on my stereo, loudly, But the whimpering of pain caused by...
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Daily Confession: January 12th 2012
I sometimes stay under my blanket envisioning that there is a world where broken hearts do not exist.
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The Lack Of Words Is What Truly Burns By Jean Roy...
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Pillow
I want you back. This pillow isn’t squeezing back.
=/
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You
Every time I see your face I’m reminded that the joy of my life loves someone else.
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Daily Confession: January 9th 2012
Why do you get to sleep at night while I stay awake haunted by your face?
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Another monday morning spent not sleeping.
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After Two In The Morning
After Two In The Morning By Jean Roy After two in the morning my heart crumbles by the second Sleepless remembrances of you restoring intermixed with heartache that wont seem to lessen. Copyright 2012 All Rights Reserved
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Nights Like These
Nights Like These By Jean Roy I am entrapped with an excess of blankets and pillows that I wish were replaced by your warm arms. I’ve never been so surrounded and alone at the same time. Copyright 2012 All Rights Reserved
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The Other J
You looked at me today the way I wish he would look at me. You told me that I deserved to be happy but the notion of happiness without his name included in the same sentence just seems implausible. I don’t think I can be what you want me to be because there truly is no me without him.
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Daily Confession: January 8th 2012
I cannot pretend this silence isn’t hurting.
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I miss you. The old you. The new you sucks.
You were always deaf to the feelings I tried to express.
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Daily Confession: January 7th 2011
These scars are comas to my long list of problems.
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Nose Bleeds And Headaches
I’m waiting back for test results but these occurrences are happening more frequently than I would like. I guess I’ve always been so indifferent about death and dying and its just the messy blood rolling down my face that I care about.
It’s not like I can say “Oh its the brain tumor I have that is causing this, carry on as I bleed away.”
Sometimes I wish that I...
Booze and Weed. Red eyes and slurred speech making pain make believe.
Lust over love. My mind is sick, my heart is careless but my dick remains hard.
Your red eyes and sloppy kisses tell me that you want my body but nothing to do with my heart.
