Losing It Some days I think I'm losing my mind. What seems so clear most of the time becomes a big question mark. Am I really the way I percieve myself, or is the person others see the truth of me? I wait for answers, but inside I know I have to go out and find them. And answers like knowledge, are not always where we first look for them.

Even good girls have secrets, ones even their best friends must guess.

You'll only find happy endings in books. Some books.

So you try to think of someone else you're mad at, and the unavoidable answer pops into your little warped brain: everyone.

Wish you could turn off the questions, turn off the voices, turn off all sound. Yearn to close out the ugliness, close out the filthiness, close out all light. Long to cast away yesterday, cast away memory, cast away all jeapordy. Pray you could somehow stop uncertainty, somehow stop the loathing, somehow stop the pain. Act on your impulse, swallow the bottle, cut a little deeper, put the gun to your chest.

My priest tells me i should not date a mormon but im just too in love with you that i'm willing to take risks

The problem with resolutions is they're only as solid as the person making them.