reluctantscientist

okay, i'm on the boat. it's been 3 weeks since the break up, and i haven't spoken to him or about him to his friends since. HOWEVER, i've been checking his internet site (and thus making myself entirely miserable) and that needs to stop. i'm with everyone who says that NC can't start until you don't even look at their myspace/facebook/lj/whatever anymore. hopefully i can be that strong. tomorrow is day one.

fiona apple and i are best friends recently. her line from paper bag "i thought he was a man but he was just a little boy" is so fitting. paper bag is a fantastic song, but i think sleep to dream is pretty much spot on how i feel right now. I tell you how I feel, but you don't care I say tell me the truth, but you don't dare You say love is a hell you cannot bear And I say gimme mine back and then go there - for all I care I got my feet on the ground and I don't go to sleep to dream You got your head in the clouds and you're not at all what you seem This mind, this body, and this voice cannot be stifled by your deviant ways So don't forget what I told you, don't come around, I got my own hell to raise I have never been so insulted in all my life I could swallow the seas to wash down all this pride First you run like a fool just to be at my side And now you run like a fool, but you just run to hide, and I can't abide I got my feet on the ground and I don't go to sleep to dream You got your head in the clouds and you're not at all what you seem This mind, this body, and this voice cannot be stifled by your deviant ways So don't forget what I told you, don't come around, I got my own hell to raise Don't make it a big deal, don't be so sensitive We're not playing a game anymore; you don't have to be so defensive Don't you plead me your case, don't bother to explain Don't even show me your face, 'cuz it's a crying shame Just go back to the rock from under which you came Take the sorrow you gave and all the stakes you claim - And don't forget the blame I got my feet on the ground and I don't go to sleep to dream You got your head in the clouds and you're not at all what you seem This mind, this body, and this voice cannot be stifled by your deviant ways So don't forget what I told you, don't come around, I got my own hell to raise