Tuesday
Nov292005
Stockholm Syndrome
I'm not your prisoner
I'm just a visitor
in this life we have made
Fevered kisses
lifetime wishes
trapped in your serenade
I'm not the same
ain't it a shame
the way we both degrade
If I turn off my phone
will I see you at home?
Another love crusade...
I'm just a visitor
in this life we have made
Fevered kisses
lifetime wishes
trapped in your serenade
I'm not the same
ain't it a shame
the way we both degrade
If I turn off my phone
will I see you at home?
Another love crusade...
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I've never blogged so much the past few days on myspace like I have the past few days. Mine of course hasn't been just because of depression the past few days, but a broken heart. Writing about it doesn't always seem at the time like it helps. Sometimes you think it makes you feel worse, but then I go back and read it and if a tear comes up then it does, crying isn't so bad sometimes. Just as posting about the same thing about depression isn't so bad at all. If you want us to read it, I'll proudly read it. And chances are more than just me know exactly what your writing about or how your feeling. I know that's for sure.
Ahhh, now I feel better.
Later,
CChild
Such a typical response from a man. Go start your own boring, happy blog dissecting baseball stats. I'm venting :)