Strange Day

Carry You Home - James Blunt
Trouble is her only friend and he's back again.
Makes her body older than it really is.
She says it's high time she went away,
No one's got much to say in this town.
Trouble is the only way is down.
Down, down.
*As strong as you were, tender you go.
I'm watching you breathing for the last time.
A song for your heart, but when it is quiet,
I know what it means and I'll carry you home.
I'll carry you home.*
If she had wings she would fly away,
And another day God will give her some.
Trouble is the only way is down.
Down, down.
* to *
And they were all born pretty in New York City tonight,
And someone's little girl was taken from the world tonight,
Under the Stars and Stripes.
* to * x 2


I hate travelling. Carsickness, awkwardness, having to dress up, being away from home, not being able to do so many things without getting a complete headache... I'd much rather stay at home.
Today was a pretty suckish day, nyway. I realised how easy it was to hate myself.
Don't you give me that lecture about how we must all love ourselves and treasure our lives, yadayadaya. I do. It's just... sometimes I get on my own nerves, if you get my drift. I'm confusing myself. Anyway, a list of reasons to hate myself:

1. I'm selfish.
2. I'm rude.
3. I'm rebellious.
4. I'm a cry-baby.
5. I'm stupid - very much so when the occasion calls for it.
6. I'm stuck-up.
7. I'm dependant.
8. I'm irresponsible.
9. I'm desistant.
10. I'm a braggart.
11. I'm self-pitying.
12. I'm forgetful.
13. I'm self-distancing.

Okay, I'll stop there - it hurts me to talk about myself like that, even though it's true and gives me great satisfaction. I need to say 13 positive things about myself now, but I just can't think of any. Ah well, here's a short poem I composed earlier.

Smile
When the world cries, smile
For every broken heart, just smile
To brighten someone's day

'Cause while you're crying
Nursing your pains
Someone might be loving you
So even if you'd be lying
To say you're still sane
Smile, it's not that hard to do.

Concealing how you feel
Is not that big a deal
It's in fashion at the moment not to cry.
Each and every minute
Someone always does it
Let's pretend to smile our lives by.

And I know I'll regret posting this.