set me free, why don't you baby?

so i guess that about right now is the time where i give up.
and i start to realize that nothing's going to happen between us.
and that's the way that things should be in the first place.

but why do i have this lingering faith that there's something more?
why do i listen to my heart instead of my head?
i know that i'll end up getting hurt eventually.
that's why i hold back, most likely.

this is the story of a girl
who cried a river and drowned the whole world
and while she looks to sad in photographs
i absolutely love her

when she smiles.

i'm in the kind of mood where all i want to do is listen to musical soundtracks. which is just fine with me (:

i've gotten a request to not talk about myself in a blog before...
what else do you want me to talk about? you?
hmmm, let me think about that... no.
this is for me to write about my life. i don't know what else you'd want me to write about? i mean, everyone else's blog that i read is about themselves. so just think about what you're asking me.

sdhbvudidsbdghngfj.

"Sometimes, there are no words, no clever quotes to neatly sum up whats happened that day. Sometimes you do everything right, everything exactly right, and still feel like you failed." -Criminal Minds.
i don't even watch that show. i really like that quote though.

and how.
this has been a smorgasbord of blog material. (i didn't spell smorgasbord right my first try... awww)

so anyway...
moral of the story: my morals aren't even morals... they're summaries most of the time. haha
oh, p.s. i forgot to put a title when i first wrote this... :0