All My Tomorrows

Today I may not have a thing at all except for just a dream or two
But I’ve got lots of plans for tomorrow and all my tomorrows belong to you
Right now it may not seem like spring at all,
we’re drifting and the laughs are few
But I’ve got rainbows planned for tomorrow,
and all my tomorrows belong to you
No one knows better than I that luck keeps passing me by … that’s fate
But with you there at my side,
I’ll soon be turning the tide … just wait
As long as I’ve got arms that cling at all,
it’s you that I’ll be clinging to
And all the dreams I dream, beg, or borrow on some bright tomorrow they’ll all come true
And all my bright tomorrows belong to you

But do you miss it in general, or do you miss it with me.

I want you to tell me how you feel about me. I would rather know the truth about how you feel and know that it might never be than to constantly wonder.

Not knowing is the worst…

My counselor said I should be proud of myself because I’ve over come so much in my life. He told me that a lot of people would have given up by now but I just keep on going. He said I’m a remarkable and fascinating woman. I should be proud to be me…

So why do I want to cry when someone says something nice about me??

I’m going to go lie in bed and wallow in self pity. How does that make any fucking sense?!

I just want someone who actually wants to listen to my thoughts, my ideas, and feelings. And he must find my overly compassionate personality endearing instead of laughing at me when I cry at movies, etc.

I fucking hate being a girl sometimes. I need someone to come take care of me…please?!

Listens to it as soon as he can because he wants to learn as much as he can about me.

She tastes like every dark thought I’ve ever had!