It's amazing how long I've been writing here. I don't anymore, but I was just reading some past entries and it made me...love myself, for some reason.
I used to be such a good writer.
and I was so young.
they start when I'm 13, what the hell?
life is just....crazy. I feel like I can't control myself, I have addictions too, but I'm not ready to face them yet. I don't feel like I have ever followed anyone, mostly because there was no one for me to look up to, and I've become just another person, a weird lady who is quiet sometimes and not other times. I desire too much to say.
Life is a little bit frustrating right now, as it always will be, that's my growing feeling about this existence. I'm scared of lots of things and also excited, and also complacent, sometimes I just want to be a bum and not have to be a part of this society
I want to be able to sleep whenever I want to, kiss whoever I want, I want to be able to survive without having to be productive. I don't want any of this necessary bullshit.
I don't want a job, I want to live everywhere, in a world where money doesn't exist.
I don't know why I'm writing in here, but I always could write when I'm feeling distraught. I've heard others say that too, it makes me feel unoriginal to be able to write when things are not coasting along smoothly


The looking glass, so shiny and new
How quickly the glamour fades
I start spinning, slipping out of time
Was that the wrong pill to take? (Raise it up)

You made a deal, and now it seems you have to offer up
But will it ever be enough? (Raise it up, raise it up)
It's not enough (Raise it up, raise it up)

Here I am, a rabbit hearted girl
Frozen in the headlights
It seems I've made the final sacrifice

We raise it up, this offering
We raise it up

This is a gift, it comes with a price
Who is the lamb and who is the knife?
Midas is king and he holds me so tight
And turns me to gold in the sunlight

I look around, but I can't find you (raise it up)
If only I could see your face (raise it up)
Instead of rushing towards the skyline (raise it up)
I wish that I could just be brave

I must become a lion hearted girl
Ready for a fight
Before I make the final sacrifice

We raise it up, this offering
We raise it up

This is a gift, it comes with a price
Who is the lamb and who is the knife?
Midas is king and he holds me so tight
And turns me to gold in the sunlight

Raise it up, raise it up
Raise it up, raise it up

And in the spring I shed my skin
And it blows away with the changing wind
The waters turn from blue to red
As towards the sky I offer it

This is a gift, it comes with a price
Who is the lamb and who is the knife?
Midas is king and he holds me so tight
And turns me to gold in the sunlight

This is a gift, it comes with a price
Who is the lamb and who is the knife?
Midas is king and he holds me so tight
And turns me to gold in the sunlight

This is a gift, it comes with a price
Who is the lamb and who is the knife?
Midas is king and he holds me so tight
And turns me to gold in the sunlight

This is a gift