I've learned to laugh through my tears

If a picture paints a thousand words,
Then why can't I paint you?
The words will never show the you I've come to know.
If a face could launch a thousand ships,
Then where am I to go?
There's no one home but you,
You're all that's left me too.
And when my love for life is running dry,
You come and pour yourself on me.

If a man could be two places at one time,
I'd be with you.
Tomorrow and today, beside you all the way.
If the world should stop revolving spinning slowly down to die,
I'd spend the end with you.
And when the world was through,
Then one by one the stars would all go out,
Then you and I would simply fly away.

Yeah... let's try to find a sane man in this world today who would say those words.

Help. I'm trapped in SappyVile and I can't seem to leave. Some say I'm addicted to drama. Some say I'm simply too demanding. I just don't want to go to sleep angry anymore. I just don't want to wake up angry anymore. I just don't want to keep thinking about how angry and disappointed I am anymore. And I just don't want to walk around with tears in my eyes anymore. How about putting that theory to application, the one that states that the less you care the less you get hurt?

Sad and pathetic. That's what you are. Sad. Pathetic. Sad. Pathetic. I'm tired.. I'm tired...

Today's one of those damn days, when simple stupid things like smelling fresh flowers or seeing farm animals (furry lambs, piglets, cows, geese, goats, rabbits and guinea pigs) can put a smile on your face like it's the best thing that's happened to you for the whole week.

Completely unrelated, but do you know what really grabs my heart, yanks it out and squeezes it really hard until it's struggling to move, more than a small little wittle furry kitten stranded in the rain all by itself hungry and meowing and meowing and meowing ever could? That look. On a man's face. You know it when you see it. It's that look on his face when he's looking at her, and that look in his eyes. That look that tells her and you and everyone else that he's so insanely completely madly in love with her that nothing else in the world would ever, ever come anywhere close; that nothing else in the world means and matters as much as she does or would ever, ever come anywhere near. That look that tells her and you and everyone else that at that very moment, he's prepared to go through hell, to do everything he possibly could and more, and to be willing to give up his own life just to be there for her, just to spend his time being with her, just to grow old with her.

And it really sucks how it now always takes 1 to 2 hours of lying around in bed, tossing and turning, before I can fall asleep.

Currently listening to: Lifehouse - Breathing (such beautiful lyrics - Even if you don't want to speak tonight that's alright with me, I want nothing more than sit outside heaven's door and listen to you breathing, is where I want to be)