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I’m looking for something…

bethanne — Wed, 06 Jan 2010 02:45:56 +0000

Let me know if you find it.

Oh golly, it’s a new year!!!!!11!one

bethanne — Wed, 30 Dec 2009 23:47:36 +0000

I’m so tired of hearing about how super crappy 2009 was just because it’s about to be over and that 2010 is gonna be so much more amazing.

January 1st, 2010 you will wake up in your same crappy bed, in your same crappy room, living your same pathetic crappy life (and better yet, you’ll probably be hungover).

Just because the year is new doesn’t mean that you will have a new life.

…Sorry, bud.

“Resolutions” kind of bother me too. If there is something that you really want to accomplish, why wait until 01/01 to put it into motion? Shouldn’t you live your life each day striving to be better? If you are so unsatisfied with the way your life is unfolding, do something about it. Or at least try to be positive and know that eventually things will turn out how they’re supposed to.

January 1st, 2010 I will wake up in my cozy bed with the only man I will ever truly love, living a life I wouldn’t trade for anything; Not because it’s perfect by any means, but because it’s the one I work at every day.

Oh…And hopefully I will NOT be hungover ;)

A Decade Under the Influence.

bethanne — Thu, 29 Oct 2009 23:26:42 +0000

you’re standing in the driveway; tears and cigarettes do no good. you’re in my rear view mirror now and i want so bad to throw it in reverse. it takes everything i have to keep moving forward.

just keep my foot on the gas and speed…the first 5 miles are the hardest ones. always. i’ve driven this same stretch a hundred times. serenade, girvin, atlantic. serenade, girvin, atlantic. atlantic…i need the ocean.

the numbers turn and the mileage is increased. the farther i am from your smoke, but the further you are from my reach.

i can’t be the one that saves you.

Circa 2007

080609

bethanne — Fri, 07 Aug 2009 00:57:53 +0000

Our shattered lives were on the floor. They were swept up together. I stopped you from just throwing them away. There must be something left to get us through the night. And after spending time trying to separate the pieces, they got mixed up again. I almost gave up, you asked me to stay. There must be something left to get us through the night. Somehow we used up all the pieces we could save and we walked out that morning with one whole heart.

Choke.

bethanne — Mon, 16 Mar 2009 02:12:05 +0000

“We can spend our lives letting the world tell us who we are. Sane or insane. Saints or sex addicts. Hero or victims. Letting history tell us how good or bad we are. Letting our past decide our future. Or we can decide for ourselves. And maybe it’s our job to invent something better…It’s creepy, but here we are, the Pilgrims, the crackpots of our time, trying to establish our own alternate reality. To build a world out of rocks and chaos. What it’s going to be , I don’t know. Even after all that rushing around, where we’ve ended up is the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night. And maybe knowing isn’t the point. Where we’re standing right now, in the ruins in the dark, what we build could be anything…

We are not born equal sinners, or perfect knock-offs of God. The world tells us whether we’re heroes or victims. But, we can decide for ourselves.”