"Nobody Listens" aka: he still loves me enough to send me the lyrics

your love is like the sea
crashing waves
it moves along infinitely
til it fades
the tide will come with the setting sun
if you live thru the nite theres a brighter day

i wish it would go away
even if just for a day
cos i hate to live in a world
where i cant speak my mind
because nobody listens

salt is what carries this boat
up the sea
the march sunlight illuminates
in its wake
the sky has fallen into your eyes once again
and you laugh as you feel the sun fill your head

Raw Sugar

So what I've just done today is sort out through all my posts and see what they relate to. I have 14 about Her, and 13 about Them. I realize this is a problem; that i can't get them off my mind and certainly not my heart. Yeah, it's easy to flip her off, or walk slower to block their way, or ignore her like she ignored my apology; but really, i do feel bad. and i feel bad about feeling bad. i deserve to be this childish. i had been grown up about it for much too long when neither of them were. it's only slightly satisfying to be childish, but it sure as hell feels better than going back to normal while they continue to sigh mentally when they see me.
Maybe i'm giving myself too much credit, maaybe i'm being too vain. But i do know that I'm givin them too much of me.
Like my mama told me at the table, "stop it. stop letting them win over you."
You're entirely right. Thanks, mom.

Teen[BITCH]agers.

It's crazy.
We're all bitching. Even the bubbly, perfect girl i've known since grade 1.
We're ALL TEENAGERS. it finally clicked.
Step outside of your problems for a second and read three people's blogs. Just one post. I assure you- you will find out the same thing i have.
We're all the victim's, huh?
Interresant. C'est drole, n'est-ce pas?
We're all bitching about love, bitching about stress, bitching about family
i have come to a conclusion, ladies & gents, my Barbies & Kens:
life's a bitch.

But i'm okay with that because i'm a cold hard bitch, too. I love bitches, and bitches love me.

and then i remember- we're just kids.
with strong convictions that will fade in months
with "eternal love" that will last a nighttime.
And i feel better; we're just kids.