Somewhere in a quiet little nook of this city,
Slipping into something that’s a little less like a disguise.
You are not alone here.
Open up your eyes.
We cannot sleep.
We’ll just hold our breath tonight.
Two strangers.
Hope don’t matter.
It don’t matter.

Time will pulse on and tomorrow will come and go.
Or at least I’ve been told so.
Two strangers,
Lost and lonely,
Only nightcap strange strangers,
Letting go of a dream,
Waking up from a dream,
Waking up from half-remembered mid-November dream.
And somewhere out in Brooklyn you’re alone and you’re drinking,
Soaking up the feeling that you never felt nothing at all.
Whiskey makes you brood,
But that’s your kind of mood.


Time will pulse on and tomorrow will come and go.
We’ll be trudging through the snow.

And then it’s over.
Just another mistake done over.
There’s no evidence here,
No mark or picture frame.
Just a name in a cell phone,
Stuck in my head,
Smelling boy in my empty queen bed or maybe I’m just conjuring some romance I read.
This was not…
So magical...
You didn’t impress me.
Not at all.
No.
No.
Not even a little bit.
You were something I wanted to try,
And we were happy,
For a while.
Just like in a dream one late night.
Tumbling toward winter in a perfect autumn luminescent light,
You held me tight.
That was all I ever could have asked for.
We’ll just hold our breath tonight.

Two strangers.
Hope don’t matter.
It don’t matter.
Time will pulse on.

We come and go.
Lost and lonely.
Only nightcap strange strangers.



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My entire life I wasn't remembered for anything. For once, I want to do something memorable but not for anything bad. I want to be the hero instead of being in my parents shadows


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I remember the first time I tried to watch "The Notebook." I was working 15/26 and working with Ken, Mike and Allen were on the other truck, and I was so into the movie that I sat on the floor, directly in front of the screen. I sobbed like a baby and all the boys made fun of me....


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I do not forgive my mother for convincing and scaring me into losing my unborn child


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Rage...

I understand mind games used to control someone. I understand the fear of what people will think of you when they find out what you allowed to happen. But I don't understand how someone can return to that person and defend that person over and over again after all of the abuse.

How the fuck can you return to someone who shoved their fingers down your throat and drug you into the bathroom, holding a gun to your head because they were on a drug induced craze thinking the police are after them.


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Kids and College

So I decided that when I have a child, I would put 20$ in an acct for them every paycheck. So if I get paid biweekly and I do that until they're 18, they will have $9,360 for college!


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You can't leave that comment, take down that picture, tell that person to stop sending you things like that. I'm fucking 25 and I feel like a fucking child being told how to act and how to play with others! This fucking sucks. I'm starting to get anxious from all this shit! "talk up Disney, post up more Disney photos, don't be friends with that person, request this person as a friend!" I can't be my fucking self and it fucking sucks!!! Thank God only my close friends know about this site and no one else! I swear I'm 10 seconds from smoking some fucking pot! " Katie, I'm sending you a menu on what you need, and only need, to eat this week and what work outs you need to do." I've gained 10 lbs to fucking spite her!!!! Seriously!!!!!


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