Aug. 03, 2003 - 8:57 p.m.
Why - Annie Lennox

Ok this song could have been written by jackrabbit for me. Wow. It had a pretty big impact on me. I kinda haven't ever let him forget how much he hurt me, and in the process, I haven't been able to forget. But sometimes all it takes is a song with the right emotional impact and lyrics to jog me in the right direction. I really have to just forgive him and get on with it.

Also told a guy today that I thought was really nice and smart and was kinda interested in to bugger off because he read this diary after finding it accidentally. I asked him not to and he did anyway and made a judgement. SO. Thus ends that train.

Anyway the song that is making me forgive jackrabbit so that I can let it go in myself too (imagine him saying it to me):

How many times do I have to try to tell you
That I'm sorry for the things I've done
But when I start to try to tell you
That's when you have to tell me
Hey, this kind of trouble's only just begun
I tell myself too many times
Why don't you ever learn to keep your big mouth shut
That's why it hurts so bad to hear the words
That keep on falling from your mouth
Falling from your mouth
Falling from your mouth
Tell me...
Why

I may be mad
I may be blind
I may be viciously unkind
But I can still read what you're thinking
And I've heard it said too many times
That you'd be better off
Besides ...
Why can't you see this boat is sinking
Let's go down to the water's edge
And we can cast away those doubts
Some things are better left unsaid
But they still turn me inside out
Turning inside out
turning inside out
Tell me...

Why

Tell me...

Why
This is the book I never read
These are the words I never said
This is the path I'll never tread
These are the dreams I'll dream instead
This is the joy that's seldom spread
These are the tears ...
The tears we shed
This is the fear
This is the dread
These are the contents of my head
And these are the years that we have spent
And this is what they represent
And this is how I feel
Do you know how I feel ?
'Cause I don't think you know how I feel
I don't think you know what I feel
I don't think you know what I feel
You don't know what I feel

Why - Annie Lennox

I thought I knew how he felt. I thought he didn't feel anything. Boy was I wrong...

old bitching - random - new bitching

Reads Like:
Speaker for the Dead - Orson Scott Card
Sounds Like:
My Morning Jacket - 'When Will They Come"
Feels Like:
Ow. Sunburn

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