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posted on Friday, July 10, 2009 @ 11:02 AM
I. Don't. Want. To. Go.
"Leave me, lying here, cause I don't wanna go."
-Volcano Girls; Veruca Salt (:
I don't want to go to Connecticut.
I just need a break from home. Not a kind that will cause me sickness though.
That bird brings on those awful headaches, and I've gone without them for so long.
It seems like it was stress. Was I that stressed?
I had ibuproen all the time...never more than three a day, but it seemed like a daily occurrence to have a headache, and take painmeds.
It's not like it was a big deal though.
I never just took them because...
I don't really want to get involved in family history.

Family history.
I've always wondered what would happen if I was to have a family.
As if my time period isn't screwed up enough.
I can't imagine what it'll turn into.
I have ridiculously strong personal beliefs about such things.
But, what if my kids aren't like that?
They wouldn't be clones of me obviously.
Perhaps it'd just be a more obscure family.
If I was to ever get married, I'd want it t be forever.
Divorces are much too common.
People have said that they're jealous of my family.
We're not perfect. We're certainly not normal.
I remember when father figure and I would have to have conversations about how it was okay to be a Christian and listen to real music after a youth group told me to give it up.

Oh music.
I'm still AMAZED at how much I got away from it then.
And what grade was I in...7th or 8th? Something stupid young.
It's scary when you don't remember something such a short time ago.
And now I remember stupid things. Silly conversations. Song lyrics.
Oh God, song lyrics.
Everything can be cited with a song for accuracy, whether the person wants it or not.
"That was so random."
"Well, it's quite a random song. It's valid, I swear."

...Huh. Haven't written that much in awhile.
I suppose it was necessary for me.
I'd rather not explain into anymore detail.
You wouldn't get it.

"On an island out in the sea.
I wouldn't care what they think of me.
But in this crowed in a room.
I believe that I'm seconds from insanity.
Cause your eyes just ripped me all apart.
And my temperamental mind decides that I'm the enemy.

Welcome to oblivion.
Where panic starts to settle in.
Welcome to oblivion.
Oooh, I think I'm losing it.

So many voices I can't even sleep.
Typical late night company.
They asked questions about my life.
"Where is it going? Who am I?"
And those voices rip me all apart.
I need medicine to quiet,
And survive it.

Welcome to oblivion.
Where panic starts to settle in.
And I'm afraid of everything.
Oooh, I lost my head again.

Welcome to oblivion.
Where my whole life is caving in.
And I can't stand who I am.
Oooh, I think I'm losing it.

(I lost my head again.)
(I lost my head again.)

Then I met you...
You were standing all alone.
Cause you felt it too.
The world has broken you down.
You and me...
Are gonna make it through.
Cause now we know...
(There's people like us)

As I fall apart inside.
All of my thoughts collide.
And that's no way to live a life.
Oooooh.
I think I'm losing it.

Welcome to oblivion.
Where panic starts to settle in.
And I'm afraid of everything.
Oooooh.
I lost my head again.

Welcome to oblivion.
I can't get off my medicine.
And I can't stand who I am.
Ooooh.
I think I'm losing it."
-Welcome to Oblivion; Madina Lake
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