Don't Forget To Say You're Sorry

Don't forget to say you're sorry
You know how easily you make the girls cry
With your sarcastic laced words
And your devil may care smile

Don't forget to say you're sorry
When you snarl a rough reply
You may mean it at the time
But the girls not the reason why

Don't forget to say you're sorry
If they catch you in a lie
They're hooked on all your sweetness
And there are better ways to say goodbye

Sugar High

I lost the war
Your sugar proved too sweet for me
And now I've got a cavity

I've got such a sweet tooth
I'm so easily hooked on boys like you
And my heart gets broken everytime

But the sugar high melts away all the pain
And makes me feel so good
I can't resist another taste

Good Advice

With so many people out there ready and willing to give you their two-cents on anything and everything, how do you know what advice is good advice?


I've recently had a few friends who have told me a few snippets of wisdom, that aren't purely advice, but more questions you must ask yourself in order to come to your conclusion. One such snippet was "Do what makes you happy." It sounds simple enough, but how many of us put the happiness of others before our own only to end up miserable ourselves. I'm not saying disregard everybody Else's feelings to gratify your own, but every now and then you've got to step back and go "I am I doing this to please someone else, or because I want to do it?" or even "Am I NOT doing this just to please someone else, when I'd really like to?" This sentiment goes hand in hand with something another friend has said "Who are you trying to please? Your friends? Your family? It doesn't matter what other people think as long as you know you are doing something that is right for you."

And these things have been said to me time and time again, but now that I've distanced myself from the protective bubble of friends and family and have looked back on just how much my actions are geared around trying to make other people like me, or just to fit in with something, I've come to realize that all it's been doing is making me stand out even more. Because I'm not doing what I want to do, or saying what I want to say, I'm letting my parent's shoot down every idea that I've ever had about what I want to do with my life. I've let my friends decide which bar to go to even thought I never like the one that they pick out.

I got upset when my father told me that moving back home is a stupid idea and that there is nothing for me there. And I'm sure his intentions were meant to signify that he thinks I should give Vancouver another shot and that maybe i just met more people and made some more friends the things would be better. The thing is, Vancouver is not my final destination. This move out here was to get away and clear my head, and really to prove that I could make it on my own. I've been trapped in my protective bubble for so long, that I'd become scared about the notion of living alone. But, it is time to officially fly the coop. And so what that I've decided to venture out on my own back in the same old city I just moved from.

I've learned on many occasions that my heart lies in the desert valley where two rivers, their names both Thompson, meet.

I'm a Dreamer, Not a Goal Setter

You ever feel sometimes like you missed a step in life? Like there was this important class that taught you everything you needed to know about how to get on in life, and for some reason, whether you got the date wrong, or you blew it off thinking that you didn't need some stupid class to tell you how to live, you totally missed it?

I mean, there are plenty of people out there that have their shit together. Tonnes of people that know what they want out of life and how to get it. Of course, I don't know any of them personally... but, the point is there MUST be some out there. Right?

My problem is I'm not quite sure what I want out of life. Or more precisely, which thing I want at what moment in time. I have too many hopes and dreams and am too ready to alter them to fit my current whim. I quite seriously want to be the Math Scholar, The Rock star, The Stay-at-Home Mom, The Wild Child, The Put-Together-Sexy-Secretary, The Career Student, The Life-of-the-Party, The Wallflower. It's all me, all different sides of me.

And I've always hated making decisions. I'm a firm believer that picking just one is unfair to all the rest. I don't have just one favorite band, I have two and a whole lot more that come in at a close second. I don't have just one favorite color, movie, kind of pop or flavor of ice cream. I was given a very cute and cuddly bunny one year for my birthday and I slept with it neatly tucked under my arm, just like kids do in the movies, but after a few days, I realized that it was unfair to all my other stuffed animals, and if I wasn't going to sleep with all of them on my bed, then I couldn't have any. I should probably not mention that I was well over the age of ten at this time, in fact I was over 18.

Who was it anyways that said that we could only be one thing in our lives? And why does the world make it so hard to try and be all the things you want to be? Sure there are somethings that are all perfectly planned out. If you want to be a doctor you go to Medical School; a lawyer, Law School. But where do you go that teaches you how to be a Rock star? How to be the free spirited Wild Child that flutters from job to job happy as a blue jay? Or how to find a a guy that actually likes being around you even when your at worst?

How Depression Helps You Stay on a Budget

1. You use less energy by not turning on lights because all you do is sleep.
2. You don't want to go out so you don't spend money at resteraunts or the movies, and the gas or transit to get you there.
3. You save on groceries because you lose your appitite, or are too lethargic to make anything.
4. You don't care about your hygine, so you save on hot water.
5. If your a girl, you use less make-up because you don't care how bad the bags under your eyes look.
6. It curbs your shopping habits, especially if your depressed about not having money because spending it would just mean that you have less of it and therefore have more to be depressed about.
7. If you're cold you just pile some more blankets on the bed and save on heating.
8. You use you phone less as you become more withdrawn and distant from your friends.
9. You also save on energy bills by unplugging anything that makes noises or has lights to make it more silent and dark to sleep better.


It's so sad, but so true...