2004-02-09 - 12:57 p.m.

Monday, February 9:
One person's trash is another person's treasure. Don't be surprised if your junk turns up in a museum. There's an art to letting go that you would do well to learn. Others might disagree with your opinions, but opinions aren't everything. You could just as easily impress them with your many abilities. As far as style goes, it's possible to admire someone as a work of art. You've done enough of that yourself, so you probably wouldn't feel too objectified. In the end, you may just have to accept the sad fact that you can't please everyone. Of course, this balances with the happy fact that you can please some people endlessly. Look at it that way, and see how far you come out ahead of the bargain.

Stupid ~ Sarah McLachlan

Night lift up the shades
let in the brilliant light of morning
but steady there now
for I am weak and starving for mercy
sleep has left me alone
to carry the weight of unravelling where we went wrong
it's all I can do to hang on
to keep me from falling
into old familiar shoes

how stupid could I be
a simpleton could see
that you're no good for me
but you're the only one I see

love has made me a fool
it set me on fire and watched as I floundered
unable to speak
except to cry out and wait for your answer
but you come around in your time
speaking of fabulous places
create an oasis
dries up as soon as you're gone
you leave me here burning
in this desert without you

how stupid could I be
a simpleton could see
that you're no good for me
but you're the only one I see

everything changes
everything falls apart
can't stop to feel myself losing control
but deep in my senses I know

how stupid could I be
a simpleton could see
that you're no good for me
but you're the only one I see

~ how STUPID could I be? Anyone could see, that you’re no good for me, but you’re the only one I see. I miss you. Already I miss you. I miss what we had. I miss the times when we would just kick back and relax together. I miss the times when you and I would just drive and talk for as long as we could. I miss your touch. I miss your reciprocation of my feelings. I miss us. I wish there was a way to rebuild our connection and forget about the drama and the past. Just be true to me. That’s all I’ve ever asked of you. I know that I got too attached and as soon as I realized it I began to change. To let go bit by bit. But it’s such a task. Waking up every day to a constant fight. I cannot follow my heart at this point. Because every path it takes me on leads to you. And maybe I’m the only one who feels that sublime feeling when we’re together. I wish I could just touch you and all of the feelings I’m feeling would transfer to your body. Maybe then you would understand some of my wacky antics and mistaken actions. I like you so much. I wish there was a way for us to start over. I only acted the way that I did because you were taking me for granted. And if it’s fucked up or not, it seemed like you just didn’t care. I noticed it in the way the lies just slipped off your tongue like nothing. I noticed it in the way it seemed like it was a chore for you to hang out with me. I wasn’t feeling anything in return from you. I felt like I lost you, but now I’m doubtful that I ever even had you to begin with. I hope that time will allow us to find each other again. I hope that if there is a next time you will realize how good I treated you, and if you care for me at all, you’ll cherish that. I don’t understand how you can say that you care about me and because you care about me you don’t want me to care about you. That’s not fair. I know you think that everyone who cares for you ends up getting hurt, but there could be a new outcome. How can you predict the future? I’m here willing to take the risk of getting hurt because I care for you. And I can’t just turn that feeling off. Give us another chance, we can start fresh…

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