Sunday, March 28, 2010

Can't find my journal...

So I might as well blog instead.

So. Fucking. Pissed.
I don't know what I was thinking.
People kept saying "you should write your mom a note explaining how you feel, that might help."
And I told them it wouldn't. I knew this would happen. But I got so fed up, I had to write it out. And in a fit of insanity, I gave it to her.
I told her I wanted to have a good mother-daughter relationship. I wanted to be able to talk to her about whats going on in my life. I want her to be able to give me advice without talking to me like I'm 5.
I addressed the note to "mommy" because I thought she liked it when I called her that. And also because I call my dad "daddy" but more on that later. I signed it "katiebaby" because thats how I sign everything.
The ONLY thing she said to me about the note was "Don't you think its ironic that you address it to mommy, sign it katiebaby, and through the entire thing you're complaining about me treating you like a little kid?"
That was all she had to say about it. the only fucking thing she said.
And when I said "no, I don't think its ironic" she asked why. and i said because i call my dad daddy and he doesn't treat me like a little kid. And she looked at me and said, straight faced, "well thats a problem too, and you'll realize that later on in life. I never realized how much advice my dad didn't give me and how much I really needed it."
Definitely did a double take. like...seriously?! I turned to her and said "he gives me plenty of advice and he doesn't treat me like a little kid to do it." and all she said as she left the room was "well we'll see where we get with this study this week."
Apparently i'm doing a study with them from a book called "what about boy-girl friendships?"
But anyways. for some reason i actually thought the note would work. I thought I'd made my point clear. apparently not..

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Scared To Death Of Falling

Standing on the edge of the cliff
Looking below to see him
He's standing, staring up at me
To be with him means to jump

But I'm scared to death of falling
Scared he won't want to catch me
Scared I'll be proven wrong once more
And have my heart broken into pieces

I've made the jump before
It's a beautiful moment of free-falling
Believing I'll be caught at the bottom
Only to land alone and broken

And I'm scared to death of falling
Scared he won't want to catch me
Scared I'll be proven wrong once more
And have my heart broken into pieces

Will you promise to catch me if I fall?
Standing there, looking up at me
Waiting for me to trust you completely
Wondering when I'll make the jump

I don't want to be scared of falling
Scared he won't want to catch me
I don't want to be proven wrong this time
My heart will remain whole this time

Sunday, March 7, 2010

Sand at the beach

Like sand at the beach
Waves cover me
The water rushes in
I'm scattered, seperated
Traveling around the world
Carried by the ocean
Lost to myself
Found by others
Collected by some
Thrown out by some
Left alone, in pieces
To find myself
Impossible
For others to find me
The real me
To piece me back together
A one-in-a-million chance
No one knows me
I'm forever lost to the waves
Like sand at the beach