Saw you at a party
You asked me to dance
Said music was great for dancing
I don't really dance much
But this time I did
And I was glad that I did this time
And the song said "Let's be happy"
I was happy
It never made me happy before
And the song said "Don't be lonely"
It makes me lonely
I hear it and I'm lonely more and more
Where I belong, where I belong
I wasn't dressed right, I rarely am
You told me that you didn't care
I laughed as you wobbled in your platform shoes
You laughed when I called Andrea true Anita Ward
And the song said "Let's be happy"
I was happy
It never made me happy before
And the song said "Don't be lonely"
It makes me lonely
I hear it and I'm lonely more and more
Where I belong, where I belong
And the song said "Let's be happy"
I was happy
It never made me happy before
It asked "Do you remember?"
And I remember, remember like it wasn't long ago
And the song said "Don't be lonely"
It makes me lonely
I hear it and I'm lonely more and more
Where I belong, where I belong
1/17/2007
1/15/2007
I told you so
My mom used to say that to me all the time.
Ever have one of those days/weeks/months where you feel you are running yourself into the ground? I usually need someone to lean on during those times. But being single-y solo and pretty much solo on all fronts, I never know where to turn. So here I am again.
Putting a show together in less than 2 months is crazy. Throw in a birthday nightmare and the holidays for good measure and you have a nervous breakdown waiting to happen. I should know better. Sometimes I think I make my goals almost impossible just to prove to myself I can do it.
But when you add in the intolerable cruelty of others and the insensitive acts of so-called friends, well, that's where I have to stop and write about it.
So what do I expect? Well,
Notice me.
Compliment me.
Share honestly with me.
Be with me.
Hold my hand when I am sad.
Acknowledge what I do.
Be proud of what I do and why I am doing it.
Let me tell you my secrets, knowing you won't tell anyone else--and you won't laugh.
It is true, I am terrible at knowing how to choose friends or even possible boyfriends. I choose people who think only of themselves. I am usually devoted to a fault, loyal to the death and will stand up for a friend even if I disagree with what they believe is true.
I would like to know what your definition of friend is.
Ever have one of those days/weeks/months where you feel you are running yourself into the ground? I usually need someone to lean on during those times. But being single-y solo and pretty much solo on all fronts, I never know where to turn. So here I am again.
Putting a show together in less than 2 months is crazy. Throw in a birthday nightmare and the holidays for good measure and you have a nervous breakdown waiting to happen. I should know better. Sometimes I think I make my goals almost impossible just to prove to myself I can do it.
But when you add in the intolerable cruelty of others and the insensitive acts of so-called friends, well, that's where I have to stop and write about it.
So what do I expect? Well,
Notice me.
Compliment me.
Share honestly with me.
Be with me.
Hold my hand when I am sad.
Acknowledge what I do.
Be proud of what I do and why I am doing it.
Let me tell you my secrets, knowing you won't tell anyone else--and you won't laugh.
It is true, I am terrible at knowing how to choose friends or even possible boyfriends. I choose people who think only of themselves. I am usually devoted to a fault, loyal to the death and will stand up for a friend even if I disagree with what they believe is true.
I would like to know what your definition of friend is.
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