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Name: Marisa/Mimi/Reese
Birthday: 9/27/1987
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Wednesday, July 04, 2007

ummmmm i'm back in a state of severe like... haha
i don't know why i just said back... because this is very new
i want to love again. buttt... i'm still scared

/and he said he trusted me.
i wish i was there. i'm not yet, but i know i won't let him down
i can't.
i refuse

i don't hurt lately. the only time i feel even remotely unhappy
is when i hurt for my campers.

i have a camper this week that told me i'm her first best friend since her grandma
her grandma died in october and monday was her grandma's birthday.
she cried... and i was there. i thanked God that i could be, and in turn, i gained the trust of another
which scared me.
since i don't trust... i'm trying, i'm working... still working.
that might be the last part of me still intact from all of that.

loveee is in the air.
not romantic love.
/springhill lovin'. <3
and everyone who knows what that is
knows it's the most amazing thing in the world.



Sunday, June 03, 2007

todayy... i missed the young americans so much it hurt

so i listened to "gavin's song"
/after i sang it for my whole shower

then i listened to "dear mr president" and that made me miss lyrical
more than i've ever missed anything
and ashwin and bri cerrado, lindsay bridges, and lauren anderson.

i watched the last 30 minutes of "pay it forward" thinking i could make it through
/but i couldn't.

i also spent the day talking with one of my best friends about how amazing my world is
how maybe messed up our world is
how crazy some things are
sharing stories and experiences... getting on same pages
and knowing we'll always be best friends because there will always be stories
and when there aren't... well, that's when we make memories

i think i had my annual "i don't want to be friends with lindsay" summer feeling
and i almost succeeded in breaking off that friendship
and then she had to be amazing and i realized that i never hated her
and she isn't the "b" word...
/and she apologized and i love her more than anything.

...one story made me stop loving yesterday

i don't know how long that'll last.
i guess we'll just have to take it a day at a time
i know he needs a friend
and that's all i want to be... hoping i can handle that
but i'm banking on the assumption i'll never get that opportunity

i just hurt for him because he isn't happy
and that makes me really really miss him
but... life isn't him, nor am i in his
... i still haven't gone a day without thinking about him, i don't think.

 

 

andddddd that's about it for today.  which, makes it much more full than i thought it was.  i missed xanga.

 

/and whoever read this... sorry none of this was relevant in ANY way to your life. 
but hey, don't forget, i probably love you. <3


Wednesday, May 30, 2007

Currently Listening
Mr. A-Z
By Jason Mraz
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hmm... everything that i own can fit in the trunk of my car
and i happen to think that's perfection
my heart is still as full as it was november 20th, 2004.   or maybe a few days before that
before it was captivated
... it still isn't separated... go freaking figure.

i'm getting back to me back here
and i don't like that.
i had a mini freak out yesterday
and realized maybe before young americans i really was crazy
i got that burning feeling
in my eyes, my head, my heart, my stomache
and then i didn't eat all day

ha... the old me.  so far gone, so foreign
but so accessable and surprising.
also... unwelcome.

i wish you knew the new me.
/you'd probably never give it a chance.

 

i guess i'll wait for the day you do...


Monday, August 14, 2006

Currently Listening
The Last 5 Years (2002 Off-Broadway Cast)
By Jason Robert Brown, Norbert Leo Butz, Sherie Rene Scott
still hurting (incase you couldn't tell... hehe)
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what about lies? what about things that you swore to be true?



what about you...
i'm going to write this like it's mine
..finally
not to appease anyone else
not to compete.
i'm writing on my own
because it's finally my time
and i deserve it...
/maybe i've even earned it,
i don't know...
....i just hope it will be worth the wait





it starts with light piano
a caressing of the keys
a soothing of the soul
an inhale, an exhale...
and life is easy

but eventually the real beat of life
comes into play
and you hear the strings
and it feels like it's your own heart strings
they run their bow across
and maybe if your heart wasn't so heavy
the sound wouldn't be so deep
the mood wouldn't be mourning...

but you never knew that your heart was heavy
until it was put to the test
because you were too calloused
to be able to put the bow
to the instrument
and listen to the insueing noise

and this song is a measure of strength,
a beat of clarity
a note of truth
because all of those strings
are made up of those who hurt you...
who actually mattered
who, unbeknownst to you all along
really got in deeper
really helped you write the song
and without who
it cannot possibly be complete

/maybe i'd see...
maybe someday i'll understand
maybe once the keys join the strings
i'll be able to hear
the true emotion
and so i try
and i wait

and i feel...
only then are there words
you're never sure what is going to come out
or why
or how...
but the lyrics had a mind of their own
i'm.still.hurting.

/convinced that the problems are mine
and they probably are
when all along i wanted everything
to be thrown onto
everyone or everything else
in this fit of selfish disattatchment
maybe if i can cope with the fact
that wonderful things do die
i'll go kill them all myself
because only then is it on my own time
and the control that i've never had
is tangible at last...

run away... like it's simple... like it's right...

and there's a beautful strings solo in the middle
and maybe things are better...
because the strings are light
but then the piano comes pounding in
and it hurts worse than the strings did

there's a strength created in these notes
in these bars and meausures... in this melody
there's this obvious realization that's been
staring
piercing
hindering
all along

and although your heart held this hurt
this bitterness...
that desreguard for everything that's hurt you
which resided in your mind
in the keys...
they finally came out and overpowered the song

and maybe i never hurt any of them
in all my efforts to remain without scars
... but i was on the receiving end of my own wrath
my own attempt to even up the score
to make life fair for me

look at me
no, deeper
there they are...
and mine are the most hideous
deep inside i'm the ugliest
something that not even i would have guessed
but maybe i knew all along...
maybe that's part of my masquerade
perhaps there is someone beneath the beautiful faces
that i create on tables, not within me
and form to my features
then wear with which to fool the world
maybe this song is the song i use to break them all
maybe this song hurt so much
to come out
that the resonating notes from the piano
peirced through the air
to where they were laying,
immaculately in a row...
it shattered them to peices for me...

and in this whorlwind of music that took me by surprise
there's one last struggle of the strings
it's almost as if the player
wasn't as deft as we all thought...
when in actuality
the imperfect note
was the largest stroke of brilliance in the song
so underappreciated
so misunderstood
such irony.

and finally through this fit of notes
a tug-of-war between the strings
and the keys
i hear a voice...
it's my voice...
/covered with scars i did nothing to earn...
it's truth
it's me
it's beautiful...

finally it's okay
and i recognize all
that i've been neglecting
the entire song...

in this cleansing
in this purification
i'm no better...
the scars remain,
but the bitterness towards them
is starting to wear away
starting to lift.

i'm.still.hurting.
/and i'm allowed.


Saturday, July 08, 2006

too much

i have so much to write, to feel, to express right now
and no desire to do any of the aforementioned whatsoever

so i sit here, after seeing something in his eyes today that i had never ever seen before,
in all of my 18 years of existance
not in pain, in hurt, in sadness, in joy.. nothing
and he shared that today
.... and for a second i felt,

then i shut down again.

something needs to change soon somewhere before i end up worse than i had ever dreamed...

/or nightmared? ...no one says that do they...



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