Sending out an S.O.S.

 http://www.livejournal.com/users/xokissmeimtrish
starting wednesday.

When you wake up in the morning 6 hours earlier than you normally do, and the first thing that happens is you get made fun of, you can tell it's not going to be a good day.

 There is no happy medium.

The Beautiful and Damned (F. Scott Fitzgerald)
"No, only the romanticist preserves the things worth preserving." - p. 59

"...both were walking alone in a dispassionate garden with a ghost found in a dream." - p. 112

"Even when everything seems rotten you can't trust that judgment. It's the sum of all your judgments that counts." - p. 188

"It must be for such occasions as this that the righteous of the land decorate the railroads with billboards asserting in red and yellow that 'Jesus Christ is God,' placing them, appropriately enough next to announcements that 'Gunter's Whiskey is Good.'" - p. 204


The Picture of Dorian Gray (Oscar Wilde)
"He watched it with that strange interest in trivial things that we try to develop when things of high import make us afraid, or when we are stirred by some new emotion for which we cannot find expression, or when some thought that terrifies us lays sudden siege to the brain and calls on us to yield." - p. 25

"I adore simple pleasures. They are the last refuge of the complex." - p. 30.

"Young men want to be faithful, and are not; old men want to be faithless, and cannot." - p. 32

"Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic." - p. 39

"That is one of the great secrets of life. Nowadays most people die of a sort of creeping common sense, and discover when it is too late that the only things one never regrets are one's mistakes." - p. 44

"Nowadays people know the price of everything, and the value of nothing." - p. 50

"People are very fond of giving away what they need most themselves." - p. 60

"The reason we all like to think so well of others is that we are all afraid for ourselves. The basis of optimism is sheer terror." - p. 79

"Lips that Shakespeare taught to speak have whispered their secret in my ear. I have had the arms of Rosalind around me, and kissed Juliet on the mouth." - p. 81

"I love acting. It is so much more real than life." - p. 84

"There is always something ridiculous about the emotion of people whom one has ceased to love." - p. 92

"There is a luxury in self-reproach." - p. 100

"One should absorb the color of life, but one should never remember its details. Details are always vulgar." - p. 105

"Perhaps one should never put one's worship into words." - p. 119

"Each of us has Heaven and Hell in him." - p. 161

"It is perfectly monstrous the way people go about nowadays saying things against one behind one's back that are absolutely and entirely true." - p. 183

"Every effect that one produces gives one an enemy. To be popular one must be a mediocrity." - p. 201

"Actual life was chaos, but there was something terribly logical in the imagination." - p. 205

"Anything becomes a pleasure if one does it too often." - p. 219

"Like the painting of a sorrow,
A face without a heart." - p. 220

"The things one feels absolutely certain about are never true." - p. 221

"To get back my youth I would do anything in the world, except take exercise, get up early, or be respectable." - p. 221

"The tragedy of old age is not that one is old, but that one is young." - p. 222

"A chance tone of color in a room or a morning sky, a particular perfume that you had once loved and that brings subtle memories with it, a line from a forgotten poem that you had come across again, a cadence from a piece of music you had ceased to play-- I tell you, that it is on things like these that our lives depend." - p. 222-3

"She knew nothing, but she had everything that he had lost." - p. 225

"There was purification in punishment." - p. 226

"Had it been merely vanity that had made him do his one good deed? Or the desire of a new sensation? Or that passion to act a part that sometimes makes us do things finer than we are ourselves? Or, perhaps, all these?" - p. 227

"There was a God who called upon men to tell their sins to earth as well as to heaven." - p. 228

Azmanayaz2000:  did i tell you how much your computer makes me mad
SocietalxReject: no
SocietalxReject: but it ameks me mad too =(
Azmanayaz2000:  =(
Azmanayaz2000:  lets me mad at it together
Azmanayaz2000:  *look madly at your computer*
Azmanayaz2000:  come on, you can do it too
SocietalxReject: *looks madly at my computer*
SocietalxReject: i can!
SocietalxReject: wow!
Azmanayaz2000:  wow
SocietalxReject: it just goes to show that if you believe in yourself, you can do anything =)


SocietalxReject: THE GLOVE COMPARTMENT ISN"T ACCURATELY NAMED
SocietalxReject: and everybody knows it
SocietalxReject: so i'm proposing a swift orderly change.
SocietalxReject: cuz behind it's door
SocietalxReject: there's nothing to keep my fingers warm
SocietalxReject: and all i find are..
SocietalxReject: silver hairs from better times?
SocietalxReject: that doesn't seem right.
Azmanayaz2000:  lol, smooth
Azmanayaz2000:  gtg
Azmanayaz2000:  ttys
SocietalxReject: souvenirs!
SocietalxReject: that's what it is
SocietalxReject: haha
SocietalxReject: that makes more sense

The only good way to do this, is to start all over.
Not from yesterday, but from the very beginning.

This song reminds me of you.
You and the summer.
The best person, in the best place.
Have I told you how cute you are?

Super cute.
I miss you.

Just tell me one thing.
What have you got to lose?

Love what you have.
We make do with whatever life throws at us.

If it makes sense to you then I guess it's okay with me.

I'm not ready to grow up yet.

"What good is searching
if nothing's there to find?" 


No, thank you.
I've got bigger problems.

 Where do people like you come from?

I know where I'm not wanted.
Why pretend, why even feign interest?
Why even act like you care in the first place?
That's just rude.
When I would do anything for you.
You're so ungrateful.

I want to go somewhere far. To get away from everyone. To start over, maybe.
We'll all be much happier that way.

It's not that I don't need you...
It's just that maybe this is a little too much for me right now.
It's just that maybe I've grown out of the stage where I can actually believe in things like this.
It's just that maybe I'm not as good of a person as I wanted to be.
It's just that maybe I need time to be a little less serious.
It's just that there's still so much of life to live..

Trust me, I've already learned what you're learning now, and it was just as painful.
But look at me now.
I just don't care anymore.

If I were prettier, you'd still like me. 
If I were thinner, you'd still talk to me.
If I were cooler, you'd still call me your friend.
Don't think I don't know it.

Well, it doesn't matter.
You're not my friend.
I guess you never really were to begin with.
I'd say it's your loss, but...
I know you care just about as much as I do.
So maybe it's both of our losses.
I guess it's a good thing we'll never find out.

Go ahead, criticize me all you want.
I bet you won't stop once to consider that maybe it's not my fault.
Consider that maybe you're the one who's wrong.

It's okay, I'll get by without you.
Just like I have been.
And I'll know that I'll be the only one who thinks back and wonders.
And ponders.
And regrets.
And dismisses.
And I'll come to the same conclusion as you do-- that it doesn't matter.
But at least I'll have thought about it.

So forget all of this for now, don't think about me, don't talk to me.
Go on with your life just like you've been doing.
Just remember that I'll be here for you anytime you need it.
No matter what. 

Things that I used to care about.

And to think I used to like you...

I don't.
 

Remember me?
Remember when?

I won't give up on you.
Not yet.

What can life mean when you've hardly lived it?

A boy like that is worth everything...