Breathing_Through_the_Coma's Xanga

To Whom It May Concern:

Tue, 05 Feb 2008 21:33:32 GMT

I haven't been this content in such a long time.

And I can finally say, in full confidence, I don't need you anymore.

I won't dwell on you anymore.

I finally feel like my old self again.

So long, friend.

Ana xxox

To Whom It May Concern:

Tue, 08 Jan 2008 23:48:14 GMT

I found this today. I had heard it before, but had forgotten.

"We accept the love we think we deserve."

And it only bothers me because there is so much truth to it.

So long, friend.

Ana xxox

To Whom It May Concern:

Mon, 07 Jan 2008 20:29:58 GMT

I miss you so bad.

And I hate this even more.

"And though my heart said give me refuge in your dignity, my dear
All I could do was put a seashell to your ear..."

Ana xxox

To Whom It May Concern:

Sun, 16 Dec 2007 01:24:13 GMT

I like you.
I like your laugh.
I like your smile.
I like how you hold my hands.
I like how you warm me when I'm cold.
I like your kisses.
I like how they were soft, and subtle, and so gentle.
I like how you never rushed me.
I like how you're so strange.
I like how we don't listen to the same music.
But I like how it never mattered anyways.
I like to watch you take pictures.
I like how you're so passionate about things that you set your mind to.
I like you more and more each day.

It's just too bad that you're gone.

Hopefully this will help me move on.

To Whom It May Concern:

Sat, 08 Sep 2007 23:07:21 GMT

My mind has been running a mile a minute lately, thinking about how much I need to accomplish in such a short amount of time.

I want to tell the world a story. One that's been in my mind for so long, but I just haven't seemed to find the words to write it all out.

It's about a road trip. Almost a 'Catcher in the Rye', coming-of-age novel. But I don't want to rip it off in any way.

I just want to move people. Inspire them to lift their feet to take bigger steps into the future and do things with their lives.

Wish me luck.

So long, friend.

Ana xoxo

To Whom It May Concern:

Wed, 15 Aug 2007 01:06:25 GMT

I have developed a liking for the smell of cigarettes and thunderstorms.

I've acquired a taste for literature at seven in the morning with coffee and silence.

I have learned that you have to be alone.

I've had my heart torn out, shredded to pieces. And then stitched back up and put back carefully.

I've dreamed of the ocean every single night since I went there last.

I've experienced death and loss and grief within the four walls of my own room.

I have learned to love those who others refuse to do so.

I've grown so much within the last few years.

And I still wonder if the little girl I once was is dormant within me.

Ana xoxoxo

To Whom It May Concern:

Wed, 18 Apr 2007 19:53:57 GMT

Mary, Mary, quite contrary
Your garden is now overgrown
Those silver blades and dusted panes
Are all that occupy your mind

Mary, Mary, is it scary
To know you can't control your ways
Those monsters from your childhood days
They never went way

I just wish it that it didn't have such a bad grip on your soul.

Ana xoxoxo

To Whom It May Concern:

Sat, 10 Mar 2007 20:37:27 GMT

I saw you again last night.

We talked for the first time in only weeks. But it seemed like years and years had gone by.

Your soft, careless smile enveloped me and I felt myself being pulled in like an undertoe or a fever.

And I knew in that moment I loved you again.

I had loved you from the core. I had loved you in ignorance. I had loved you unprotected.

You had abdicated me. There were no phone calls, no messages, no word or sign of life. I was heartbroken, thinking my world had come to an end.

But here I found myself, our bodies barely inches away from eachother, our hand barely brushing together, your breath warm against my ear as you whispered to me...

"I think I love you again."

Ana xoxoxo

Saturday, February 17, 2007

Sat, 17 Feb 2007 01:12:52 GMT

I guess we changed
Like the autumn leaves fall
All of this, it was inevitable
And we were ignorant to think we'd never change
'Cause we did, people change

Any of this confusion or misunderstandings
They are worth a thousand memorized truths
'Cause no one can live out your heartbreak
It's only something you can do

To Whom It May Concern:

Sat, 17 Feb 2007 00:57:44 GMT

Today was my birthday.

My friend gave me notebooks, and I looked at them. They were very purple, very plain.

"Notebooks?" I asked, trying to seem grateful for the gift and less confused.

"Yeah, notebooks." She replied, seeming a bit pissed with me.

My friend doesn't know me any more.

And it's sad.

Ana xoxoxo