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Nobody respects a liar. I just want to know if they chose, or just learned to cool down quicker than me. Im not learning anything about the riddles I gave myself years ago. Cardboard sleeves and my truth explodes When I fall like the last leaf. What is one thing I have always been? I have always been an apologist. What else? because everyone, you already know that. I hate female vocalists. unless they sound like they cant stand themselves. Unless they sound as disinterested in their own voice as I am in mine, I cant stand them. I only respect female singers who play their own **** instruments. And I will never have the guts to ask if you're wearing your heart on your sleeve Or if it's just me and my wearing my heart as my sleeve. Sometime ago I asked myself if I could see ahead, and I laughed, and hit my **** Ive suffered, and Ive sang it off. Even when I couldnt sing a note to save my pathetic life. No one respects a liar. im not a liar. Im not different at all. In fact, im exactly what I've been grown around. Im half alive and I'm nothing but sacrifice and I feel worthy when my worth is measured in something else. There is not one thing I can stand less than people who do not underdstand their own language. for gods sake, it's they're, not there. it's here. not heir. it's i BEFORE e. but im a hypocrite, because half the time...most the time i dont capitalize any I's that i'm using to explain about myself. i think it's because it's not worth the stretch to hit the shift bar. for myself I'm lazy. I have an eleven key hand span on the piano, and i cannot even type properly. thats an octave and a half almost. I was born to be a woman that pays her taxes and has a checking account. And a four door sedan with two carseats. And a ring around my finger, a two bedroom house and bedtime stories all over the bookshelves. I want to teach my partner how to play the ukulele, i want to show my children that faith is real, even if god isnt. I want a family that will have me for the rest of their lives, through good or bad. Through tradgedy, illness, thinness, gain, loss, stress, sobriety, through debt and through retirement. I was made to give, and I feel selfish for writing this. Because its all about me. I want to give myself to something. I want to be the best fiance I can be. I want to be the best student I can be. The best daughter. The best owner to my pets. The best aunt, neice, cousin. I want to the best wife and mother I can be. I'm not lying.
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Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 7:22 PM UTC
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Nobody respects a liar. I just want to know if they chose, or just learned to cool down quicker than me. Im not learning anything about the riddles I gave myself years ago. Cardboard sleeves and my truth explodes When I fall like the last leaf. What is one thing I have always been? I have always been an apologist. What else? because everyone, you already know that. I hate female vocalists. unless they sound like they cant stand themselves. Unless they sound as disinterested in their own voice as I am in mine, I cant stand them. I only respect female singers who play their own **** instruments. And I will never have the guts to ask if you're wearing your heart on your sleeve Or if it's just me and my wearing my heart as my sleeve. Sometime ago I asked myself if I could see ahead, and I laughed, and hit my **** Ive suffered, and Ive sang it off. Even when I couldnt sing a note to save my pathetic life. No one respects a liar. im not a liar. Im not different at all. In fact, im exactly what I've been grown around. Im half alive and I'm nothing but sacrifice and I feel worthy when my worth is measured in something else. There is not one thing I can stand less than people who do not underdstand their own language. for gods sake, it's they're, not there. it's here. not heir. it's i BEFORE e. but im a hypocrite, because half the time...most the time i dont capitalize any I's that i'm using to explain about myself. i think it's because it's not worth the stretch to hit the shift bar. for myself I'm lazy. I have an eleven key hand span on the piano, and i cannot even type properly. thats an octave and a half almost. I was born to be a woman that pays her taxes and has a checking account. And a four door sedan with two carseats. And a ring around my finger, a two bedroom house and bedtime stories all over the bookshelves. I want to teach my partner how to play the ukulele, i want to show my children that faith is real, even if god isnt. I want a family that will have me for the rest of their lives, through good or bad. Through tradgedy, illness, thinness, gain, loss, stress, sobriety, through debt and through retirement. I was made to give, and I feel selfish for writing this. Because its all about me. I want to give myself to something. I want to be the best fiance I can be. I want to be the best student I can be. The best daughter. The best owner to my pets. The best aunt, neice, cousin. I want to the best wife and mother I can be. I'm not lying.
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Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 7:22 PM UTC
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