The experiences and exploits of a college grad trying to make it in the "real world:" leaving school and friends in New England, moving south, and living with her boyfriend. Watch as I pretend to be an adult.
I don't know what to do. I feel sad, angry, confused, frustrated- I don't know what to think, what to believe.
I want to curl up in my bed and pretend nothing happened. I guess I'll go to the gym instead.
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Faith, is not something that I grasp it's something that I fake, as I'm slipping, as I'm falling through the cracks, Faith without actions is a mask, for making the same mistakes as I'm slipping as I'm falling through the cracks.
somehow I find beauty in our failings, somehow I find meaning in these lies somehow I'm made perfect in this fracture, your back is begging sweetly for my knives,
I'm spilling blood, glancing down to hide my face, I walk with eyes closed tight through monuments of grace,
somehow I find beauty in our failings, somehow I find meaning in these lies somehow I'm made perfect in this fracture, your back is begging sweetly for my knives!
my faith is a front, I'm spilling blood, glancing down to hide my face, I walk with eyes closed through monuments of grace, I'm spilling blood glancing down to hide my face I walk with eyes closed through monuments of grace
isn't it sweet how, trusted with angels, and how so quickly I break my promises? isn't it sweet, isn't it sweet, isn't it sweet, isn't it sweet?
After 22 posted at 2:05 PM
