No more sweeping under the rug.

I hope that one day I will look back on this post and laugh. 

I’ve realized not every horrible person gets what they deserve.

T- you have broken me, and I’ve lost some hope in people. I hope you either get what you deserve, or you change for the better. Maybe today was your “lucky” break (if you believe in luck). I know things happen for a reason, but right now my spirits are shattered. I just have to find the strength to piece it together. I just need time. 

Regardless, no more sweeping under the rug for me. 

I can’t help you.

I am really sorry.

I’m so sick of listening.

I want to be able to write anything, say anything without hesitation, but that’s hard. Especially when I know what it is I want to say, but don’t want to say it.

I need to go on a walk, and maybe I’ll just find myself at the coffee shop. Maybe I can just sit there for a bit.

I’m just so sick of listening to other people right now. I need someone to listen to me for a bit.

Someone who cares about what I have to say and won’t brush me off.

Is that too much to ask for?

This sums up everything

Baby, you’ve got the sort of hands to rip me apart

And baby, you’ve got the sort of face to start this old heart
But your eyes are warning me this early morning
That my love’s too big for you my love

Baby, you’ve got the sort of laugh that waters me
And makes me grow tall and strong and proud and flattens me
I find you stunning, but you are running me down
My love’s too big for you my love
My love’s too big for you my love

And if I was stronger then I would tell you no
And if I was stronger then I will leave this show
And if I was stronger then I would up and go
But here I am and here we go again

Baby, you’ve got the sort of eyes that tell me tales
That your sort of mouth just will not say, the truth impales
That you don’t need me, but you won’t leave me
My loves too big for you my love
My loves too big for you my love

And if I was stronger then I would tell you no
And if I was stronger then I will leave this show
And if I was stronger then I would up and go
But here I am and here we go again

Tell me what to do, to take away the you

And if I was stronger then I would tell you no.
And if I was stronger then I will leave this show
And if I was stronger then I would up and go
But here I am and here we go again”

-Sort of, Ingrid Michaelson