- To be truthful, I am just a lonely person who tries to make everyone else happy. Even if it ends up hurting me, but I'm learning and letting go. I can't keep hurting myself to make others happier, and I can't hold on to everyone's repeating lies so tight anymore.
Everyday I look forward to seeing if I have a message even though they're rare, just like my real friends. I am basically the counselor to most and our brief chats are our friendship even if it's just about them, realistically. I had two true friends, one of them lasted 4 years and the other 2. I try and get used to saying goodbye and being left or just left out of things, but it hurts...
Sure I know fewer than most about friends and what they do, but I've heard enough stories of it to get the gist...
Sorry for venting about this...anyway, here's some Alida art..
Spare me your judgments and spare me your dreams
'Cause recently mine have been tearing my seams
I sit alone in this winter clarity which clouds my mind
Alone in the wind and the rain you left me
It's getting dark darling, too dark to see
And I'm on my knees, and your faith in shreds, it seems
Corrupted by the simple sniff of riches blown
I know you have felt much more love than you've shown
And I'm on my knees and the water creeps to my chest
But plant your hope with good seeds
Don't cover yourself with thistle and weeds
Rain down, rain down on me
Look over your hills and be still
The sky above us shoots to kill
Rain down, rain down on me
- Thistle and Weeds by Mumford and Sons
'Cause recently mine have been tearing my seams
I sit alone in this winter clarity which clouds my mind
Alone in the wind and the rain you left me
It's getting dark darling, too dark to see
And I'm on my knees, and your faith in shreds, it seems
Corrupted by the simple sniff of riches blown
I know you have felt much more love than you've shown
And I'm on my knees and the water creeps to my chest
But plant your hope with good seeds
Don't cover yourself with thistle and weeds
Rain down, rain down on me
Look over your hills and be still
The sky above us shoots to kill
Rain down, rain down on me
- Thistle and Weeds by Mumford and Sons




























