Addicted To Love

There's no doubt, you're in deep 

Your throat is tight, you can't breathe 

Another kiss is all you need 

Whoa, you like to think that you're immune to the stuff, oh Yeah 

It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough, 

You know you're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to love

Addicted to Love, Florence and the Machine

I really don't understand this song, let alone can relate to it, but it has a nice beat.

If anyone understands the meaning, please comment and explain it to me!

Update on Hated

The one who calls me a friend had grown farther away, which is perfectly fine with me. She'll glare at me once in a while, but I've figured out I feel better just rolling my eyes at her. The other still likes her daily dose of attention, but she doesn't bug me anymore. I've found refuge in fewer, stronger friendships, and a loyal diary. And a little crush to think about instead of dumb haters.

Begin Again

So let's just, try to cool it down
The fighting, this feeling of flames
So let's just try to slow it down
We crash when we race

Oh this is not the way that it should end
It's the way it should begin
It's the way it should begin, again

Begin Again, Colbie Calliat

The feeling of hope and just letting it go...

When you can forgive and forget,

leave the troubles behind and start over,

or, in this case, begin again.

When love is patient, the way it should be.

Hated

As if thorns
Grew from my skin
As if I reeked
Of rejection
As if I screamed,
"Stay Away!"


There are two girls I know, one who calls me a friend, who HATE me. One, for no reason, who actually will go around telling people she hates me and the other who just seems irritated all the time and says she wants to kill me. Am I just an unlikable person or are these girls just weird? I never did anything...

I talk

This is one of those things I write without thinking. I thinks it's about trying to find identity, but I'm not sure. once again, not thinking. Tell me what you think of it.

I say hello

why don’t you

I try to talk but

there’s no one

listening

I hear everything

but no one else

seems to take it all in

I let it change me

then come out of my shell

and I hear no more

but I change

say hello

now you way hey too

I try to talk

people listen

Now I hear again

I say hello and they listen

Not quiet

not invisible

Music everywhere

I listen

It’s around me

I hear

I speak

I sing

I listen

I create

I change

I know now

That I won’t

be the same forever

I promise I’ll just

take life as it comes

because I did

and now

you say hello

first.

Came out

of my shell

and I like it better

this way.

It’s wonderful,

the world

around me,

and I love it

I say hello

you say hello

I talk

Someone will always

be listening

I hear everything

and it’s not just me.

The world changes me

and I change the world

I’m not in a shell

but I still hear.

Everything’s different

and I like it this way.

Have You Ever

Have you ever started writing something, wrote, wrote, wrote, till your hand ached and then realized you had no idea what you were writing? I hate that, and i do it a lot. Most of the time it turns out to be something I'd never even thought about before.

Time Flies

Time Flies by;
It's too quick for my eye,
Days sneak away,
they're so fast.
They make the past
So vast.


So sometimes I forget
That I'm older now
Than I was a year ago
That I'm more knowledgeable now
Than I was a month ago;
That I'm more experienced now
Than I was a week ago;
That I am different now
Than I was a day ago.


I wish I could savor
The change,
Appreciate
The passing.
I cannot.


Time flies by,
too fast for my eye
So I don't know
The difference
In myself
Now and Then
In an hour and a week,
In a day and I year.


I wish I could.


This is about how you change so fast, how you can look back, even briefly, and see that you're a different, changed person, even after a small amount of time. I was inspired to write this poem when I saw a quote in a library that matched my thoughts exactly.

Intro

          Hi, my name is... well, I can't tell you my name because that would destroy the whole point of me having a blog. So let's just say it's Anne Onimous (anonymous. if you didn't catch that, you're stupid.) So call me Anne.
          I created this blog because there's so much that happens around me and so much I feel that I feel trapped. I want to tell people things, I wish I could tell my friends these things, but no matter how close a friend I ever have, I'd never be able to share everything. So I'm here, with one theory and a hope.
          My Theory: I think I can tell people half. Openly, to everyone, I can share my outside. My name, my basics. Here, I show my deeper half. Love, thoughts, hopes, dreams. In fact, I can share both halves- on one condition. No one makes the connection. For example, if someone I knew saw this, they'd be seeing both halves. Both sides. But they wouldn't know it. so as long as a person thinks they only see half, I'm safe.
          My hope: that I can speak up and say what I'm thinking, tell someone openly about my feelings without the risk of them seing my face. Because frankly, diaries don't have heads. no matter how much you write in the second person, the truth stays the same: It's a journal. You're the only one who sees it.
          So I hope that, even if no one ends up reading my blog, I'll at least feel like I'm not hiding. but if you do see this, please read my blog. Sometimes I wish I had someone I could talk to.