T R I P P Y B I T C H's blog: "My crazy ramblings"

I HATE SNOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OMG.... how do I get myself in these messes... Why do I let myself open up to new ppl... I know it will only get me smacked down in the end... Time and Time again i go through this... you think I would fucking learn... The thing that pisses me off the most is that ppl have to play games with you... they have to dangle what they know you want more than anything, right in front of your face... Then just went you finally reach it they snatch it away with out even caring what it will do to you... bah... that's life i guess...

Questions... Could this be for real Could he be the one I've searched my entire life for??? The pieces seem to fit perfectly My puzzle feels completed But what if it's all fake? What if love really is just an illusion... Will I be left broken and battered Once again just as all the times before Can he put the pieces of my broken heart back together? Or will he realize that I have lost too many of them along the way

Crazy thoughts Creep into my mind Telling me that I have to leave Flee Go Far far away Telling me that This is not where I belong anymore That my place is not here... but where... how can i got home when i don't know where that is anymore

Broken Heart How many chapters Are in my book? How many times do I have to start over? New place... New man... New life... All the same! Each time being hurt In some new and twisted way Always being left wanting, Clinging to the hope That one day I'll win The hope that I'll find the one The one who completes me And can heal this broken heart

A Gypsy's Song He lights a fire in the fireplace And lights the candles that cover the bathroom He places rose petals in a path on the floor Leading the way for his love to follow He runs a bathtub full or water Then adds rose petals and scented oils to it He turns on music that will set the mood And he lays her silk robe on the bed Suddenly a key plays chimes in his ears She is here! He waits quietly as she opens the door Her coat and purse slip out of her hands As she notices what he has done Suddenly she feels a hand over her mouth And a tender voice telling her to relax This is the voice she has waited some many years to hear Finally he is hers and hers only Now he is in her arms and she won't let go Two lovers caught in the moment So close she can hear him breathe Hear every beat his heart makes So happy when he whispers "Welcome home my sweet Rroma"

Her mind is racing From the past, to the present, to what the future might hold for her Or what it might not Knowing that she has so many things to do but Not having the energy To move her feet So there she sits, Pen in hand Paper in front of her A mere scribe looking for the outlet she needs searching for a way to make these lucid thoughts leave her demented head needing to release these words before they turn into murderous actions yet she knows that it is only a temporary solution someday there will be no pen, no paper in front of her just the emptiness that mocks her darkened soul someday she won't have this outlet to turn to she wonders about that day about what will happen then she sighs... no one knows

What do I do??? I can't go back... I can't change the things that's happened.... and if I could... Would I??? I mean my path has forked... and I don't know which way to go! But I believe there may be too many obstacles one way... I think I may have hurt it too much to reconcile... and for what? For what I have... What is that? It's a path that beats me to the ground and hurts me all the way... I don't know what to do...