Life as told by Liberty

Today

thegirlwithblackhair — Tue, 12 Oct 2010 05:14:49 +0000

Today is Tuesday.

Today is the day we are meant to walk to my house.

Today we are meant to hold hands and talk and laugh and smile while we walk.

Today we would pass the same house with the purple flowers and I was meant to pick you one; you were meant to take the flower and smile and say its your favourite colour.

Today you were meant to kiss me and I was meant to blush when you did then you were meant to smile and tell me you love me.

Today I was going to say I love you too.

But, Today was not a normal Tuesday.

Today I walked down the street alone hugging myself and crying because you didn’t want to be there.

Before You Read This (Revised)

thegirlwithblackhair — Thu, 26 Aug 2010 02:03:15 +0000

Or incase you ever do, I need you to know that I love you, more then anything in the enitre world.

But I need to ask you this: Do you really love me? Or am I just convient?

The only reason you love me is because I’m the only one who loves you,

I’m the only one who is around for you to kiss.

sometimes, it’s like you get the love and affection you want from me and then you push me away

and it hurts.

It makes me feel used.

I spent most of last night awake thinking “your a compleate and total head fuck.”

Libby

…

thegirlwithblackhair — Thu, 12 Aug 2010 11:48:33 +0000

I’m sorry the world has been so cruel to you.

I’m sorry that in the game of life you got dealt a really shitty hand.

I wish I could make everything bad in your life go away. I want to fix it all.

I just don’t know how to.

I can’t believe they said those things to you,

Libby

Rambles…

thegirlwithblackhair — Wed, 11 Aug 2010 06:07:52 +0000

So, I’m feeling the need to be creative. I’ve been stuck in bed all day with death cold and now its getting close to 4 and i’m fidgety and bored, but still sick so still stuck in bed.

Sadly nothing inspiring is coming to mind as my brain has turned into some sort of mucus-y goo.

I’m going to go back to watching tv and destroying the minimal amounts of brain cells left.

I wish I wasn’t sick. And my brain would function like a normal humans.

Libby

Our Song

thegirlwithblackhair — Thu, 05 Aug 2010 12:10:18 +0000

You put your ipod on shuffle.

The laying on the bed turns to holding hands, the hand holding to hugging, and the hugging to kissing.

You break away from the kiss, and lift your head up to say “I’ve decided this is our song.”

“Oh really?” I replied “Why this song, may I ask?”

“I don’t know. I just like it. This means you’re going to have to download it.”

I smile at the response that is so typical you. “Okay. I’ll get onto downloading it straight away.”

You smile and lean in for another kiss.

I didn’t catch the name of our song,

Libby

You left…

thegirlwithblackhair — Tue, 03 Aug 2010 02:00:08 +0000

You come over with an empty bags and a couple of crates.

And I sit with you and talk about nonsense while you pack because we both want to avoid talking about what’s really happening.

Finally you say “You know what’s happening right?”

In my head I really don’t know, but for the sake of saving tears I say “Yep.”

You look up from your bag “I will still be your friend. We can still go out for coffee and stuff.”

I take a deep breath trying to hold back the tears “Yep.” my voice will break if I try any other words.

You smile a sad smile, go back to packing and telling me all about the past few weeks.

***

We take the bags and crates downstairs and out to the car. We walk back inside and you look around.

He is avoiding you and your eyes but you won’t have that so you walk over to him,

I stand by the door, not wanting to hear what you say because it will break my heart.

I see you rub his arm and he flinches away.

I can feel the tears welling in my eyes, “Not like this.” I think “Please don’t end it like this.”

You walk over and give me a hug “see you soon.” You whisper,

“Yeah” I answer, not wanting this hug to end.

I open the door and you walk out, leaving nothing but the memory behind you.

I Finally let out the tears and run for him, desprate for a hug.

“I’m sorry.” He says as his voice breaks and I feel his tears dripping on my head.

“It’s not your fault.” I whisper.

I cried when you left, did you?

Libby

I Love You…

thegirlwithblackhair — Sun, 01 Aug 2010 23:02:46 +0000

You are the only good thing in my life right now.

You say you love me and you wont leave me.

But you don’t love me, and you will leave me.

Everyone else leaves. What makes you the exception?

I will end up sad and alone, so why do you bother?

Libby

Enter Title Here

thegirlwithblackhair — Tue, 27 Jul 2010 12:40:16 +0000

It’s always this time of year when everything turns to shit.

Oh the joy of crying ones self to sleep.

The girl with all the drama,

Libby

Pathetic.

thegirlwithblackhair — Sun, 25 Jul 2010 09:37:10 +0000

I’m pathetic. I’m a sad excuse for a blogger.

But it doesn’t really matter because it’s not like anyone reads this crap anyway.

So I could express how I’m feeling in a deep and meaningfull way, you know what I mean, get all emotional and crap.

but sometimes that just makes me feel…pretentious. So, I’m just going to write one word to describe how I feel:

Confused.

Love from the shitty writer who is trying to fool herself,

Libby

Stuff.

thegirlwithblackhair — Wed, 07 Jul 2010 09:50:23 +0000

Make the mistake disappear.

Make me stop thinking about it.

Make me stop going “What the hell were you thinking?” every time I look in a mirror.

Make the awkward feelings leave.

I can’t stand the blocked up head and nervous stomach any more.

Please just rewind time.

If I only get one shot of going back I want to fix this.