my two cents on the war

I don't know much about the war or the situation over there, but I highly doubt the troops can just up and leave. I assume it's slightly more complicated than that and at least we're attempting to finish what we've started. And I don't think Obama is to blame; there is an entire government involved in the decision-making process. It was a horrible, ridiculous decision to send troops over there in the first place, but it was done and now here we are. The economy appears to be going back to normal, people are getting married and having babies just like they've always done in times of war. This is the American way.

if we could take the time to lay it on the line

I could rest my head just knowing that you were mine, all mine.
So if you want to love me, then darling, don't refrain
Or I'll just end up walking in the cold November rain.

letting myself fall

just hoping you'll catch me.

never expected this

every time i drink, i become exactly the type of girl i can't stand. and i'd say that this has only recently been the case, but thinking back i can see that my drinking has had somewhat of a snowball effect - drinking more and more, acting less and less like me. the me i'm proud to be. the me i never thought i could lose. yet somehow i have. i always thought i was stronger than this, that i knew better and would never allow alcohol (or anything else for that matter) change me. and as tough as it is to realize and accept that it has, the scariest part is that i'm not sure how to stop it from continuing. i keep telling my friends and coworkers that i've been drinking too much and that i don't like how i act when i do, just to make the same mistakes the next time i go out. last weekend was the drunkest i have ever been. i have no idea how i didn't get sick, but i had a hangover the entire day afterward. i thought that was my wake-up call, then last night i made a complete fool of myself. i didn't drink too much, but i acted ridiculous. i was craving attention and demanded it in the worst ways. alcohol has turned me into the worst hypocrite i've ever known. but i don't want to give up the feeling, the fun, the freedom.. i am someone else when i drink. i like her fearlessness and confidence, but i can't stand her lack of reasoning. i know that i can redirect this downward spiral and come out of this how i'd like to. i know that i can, and i will.