glomanaich

Perhaps I need to do this as part of my own catharsis. Some may be a little too obvious, even if no names are attached.... The Rules 1. list facts for XX different people you want to say but will never tell them out loud. 2. don't reveal who they are. 3. you can comment but don't answer to guesses. the idea is that no one knows who the facts are indicated to. 4. tag three people. 1. You mean to me perhaps more than you should. I knew from the beginning that you would not want me forever and that some day the romance would fade away. Still, I miss you, again, more than I should. I think about you (too much). But I am also completely in l

I have to say that I have a bit of a skip in my step today. I feel as if the heaviness in my heart has dissipated and I am light again. All the positive energy and love that has been hiding has bubbled to the surface and I can start to find ME. I feel like I can finally find who Lauren really is, and I can embrace who I am - the good and the bad. There will perhaps be a lot of crying in the next few days as I continue to release all that has been holding me back. And perhaps a good bit of poems. Maybe none. I am trying to get rid of expectations - good or bad, because it's such a shock to your body when they don't turn out the way you think

I've found myself lost between two worlds, two moments in time, two separate identities all together. I read of loss, of loneliness, of pain. I see profiles of young girls with bleeding mascara and black painted lips and pentagrams plastered on their pages, as if that symbol represents something morbid, gothic, and depressing, instead of something beautiful and real. I find myself sucked into the mystery and intrigue, and memory, of what it was like to be 16. I know I am not that girl anymore. I am not flooding with emotions that pour onto the page like tidal waves. I am apathetic. I am no longer a child...not quite an adult. And I'm torn,