tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106527342011-04-21T21:43:15.969-07:00Ynahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15058721481785696905noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10652734.post-1112386473368303982005-04-01T11:39:00.000-08:002005-04-01T12:14:33.373-08:00<span style="font-size:85%;">4am </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">i almost let out a tear a while ago...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and for whut? me and my sensi side...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">5 minutes or so? i felt... <em>left out? cynical?</em> and <em>stupid</em>... although that last emotion was maybe, a bit too silly to reckon with.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">blame it on the gurl curse of pms?</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">or for absurd reasons (again!) should get a book on " Love yourself--overcoming insecurities and learning self confidence" by who knows who!? :) </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">am i...falling? id rather not... you might not be there to catch me. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10652734-111238647336830398?l=memoirsofaninsomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ynahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15058721481785696905noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10652734.post-1111261600708407242005-03-19T11:26:00.000-08:002005-03-19T11:50:50.956-08:00<span style="font-family:courier new;"><em>I'm Not Gonna Beg </em></span><br /><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></em><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><em>I'm not gonna beg you for nothing</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><em>I'm not gonna beg you for love.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><em>Straight talk, give me the straight talk</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><em>Tell me what's on your mind </em></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><em>if it ain't love</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><em>I'm not gonna beg you for nothing</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><em>I'm not gonna beg you for your love.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><em>Scared now, what are you scared of ?</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><em>Afraid I might fall on my knees and break down?</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><em>I'm not gonna beg you for nothing.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><em>I'm not gonna beg you for your love.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><em>Don't you think you can take me for pretty little ride</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><em>I know "once upon a time" and "ever after" is a lie</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><em>I'm not gonna beg you for nothing at all</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><em>There's nothing I want from you, nothing you can say or do</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><em>There is nothing I want for you to say anyway.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><em>I'm not gonna beg you for nothing</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><em>I'm not gonna beg you for your love</em></span><br /><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;">~Natalie Merchant</span></em><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">3:31 am </span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">i cant sleep...well i could try but id rather not...maybe because of thoughts swarming in my "crazy" head? zoning in lazy mode but still felt the urge to express myself(somehow?!)discovered this natalie merchant song in our music match playlist, and in a way-- it pretty much covers the things i want to say...but not too harsh/ bitter? la lng...labo...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">happy? yes...weirdly/strangely happy...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">sfc,"you"picked me up,ruins,royal jamaican,cafe francais,...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">*sigh* uli...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10652734-111126160070840724?l=memoirsofaninsomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ynahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15058721481785696905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10652734.post-1107660995511886522005-02-05T19:34:00.000-08:002005-02-05T19:36:35.513-08:00<span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">after so many probing and urging...finally-- my own blogspot...</span> <br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10652734-110766099551188652?l=memoirsofaninsomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ynahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15058721481785696905noreply@blogger.com0