It's not a new beginning

I have a new blog. I wrote out an ending post here but I thought it would be more appropriate to post it there. Also, while writing it, I ended up feeling sad (which makes it a pretty shit - first, especially - post to me =.=).

It made me not want to dump this blog forever. So maybe I'll come back, but even as I write this I feel that I can't, as much.

We'll see.

Until then, say bye to we-are-us. The blog I started with Thomas Tomabella.

Link.

See you soon! :D

I miss my baby.

I miss my baby.

I'm sorry.

:(

I feel so bad

I want to wake Terri up and talk to someone but I don't want to disturb her sleep. T_T And I know she wouldn't wake me up if our positions were switched.. UGH. I'm so STUPID. I'm so stupid. STUPID.


Edit: STUPID !!!

-sb

-_-

I feel like such a hypocrite.


-b

For You I Will

I'm so confused.

I can't do what Brend's singing about. I don't know what I feel.

-b

Anthem of Our Discovery

That post I felt the urge to type out and didn't before.



Dear Beverly,


My darling. Don't cry. You've got me. You've got me. Okay? You're not alone.

Don't stare at the peach-lighted wall and the edge of that switch with hollow eyes. Don't forget me. You have me. I'll protect you.

I'll hold you while you cry. You're not alone anymore. Ignore that overly sweet tangy smell of the clementines you ate awhile ago that once seemed not sweet enough. Spray your Body Shop eau de toilette if you want a different scent. The one you got for your birthday for yourself that he almost got for you.

Don't cry at the song. Forget for awhile the lips that seem so soft everytime you kiss them that night when you first heard the song. Forget that he wrapped you in his arms and held you close tenderly. Forget awhile that for a moment, it seemed both of you were in a world spun by a song that you thought was romantic and turned out to be sad. Forget the boy that right now isn't around to hold you.

You don't need him right now. You need me. It's only me you confide to, only me who'll listen. I won't judge you or love you less, I won't cause you sadness. I'm not your conscience. I'm your love. I'll listen.

Don't cry. Don't cry, my darling. Here, let me stroke your hair like how he does - if it makes you feel better. Everything will be okay. Everything is okay. Trust me.

Soothe your pain, my darling. Let me kiss away the hurt you hold inside. Let me listen to your cries because you don't want to go to anyone else. You can come to me. I'll always be there for you. You'll always have me.

Don't cry, my darling, don't cry. You'll always have me.


Love,
me.