Secrets

We all have them.
They run thicker than blood.
And for some reason, we've conditioned ourselves to be so uptight and judging of others that when our secrets get out, we decide that we're ruined.
And its just a little screwed up that image is so important. Because, really, who cares?

What I've become

These days, I'm nearly a different person. I can't stop cursing, am so drained it's not even funny, one comment makes me snap and be ready to kill, and so on.
I'm pissed and lashing out.
At Mason.
Finally.
Haven't talked to him in a while. Which is probably a good thing. Space is good. For some reason, the end of the Amber/ Mason "relationship" got me really mad. Not immediately after I found out about it, but that night. I concluded that both of them were full of shit about it since both claimed they were the one calling it off. So fucking obsessed with how their stupid, causeless relationship looked when no one gave a fuck about it to begin with. Mason always has girls hanging on him; Amber's always hanging off of three guys at once. Nothing new for either of them image wise.
Yes, yes I'm aware that this could all be a subconscious anger at the slut for screwing Mason and I over (and probably just screwing Mason in general), but why on earth would that happen? That's the story of her life, making people mad. I guess guys find that attractive in their whores.
Goodness I'm tired from this ranting.

Are you willing?

If you take a life do you know what you'll give?
Odds are, you won't like what it is
When the storm arrives, would you be seen with me?
By the merciless eyes of deceit?

I've seen angels fall from blinding heights
But you yourself are nothing so divine
Just next in line

Arm yourself because no-one else here will save you
The odds will betray you
And I will replace you
You can't deny the prize it may never fulfill you
It longs to kill you
Are you willing to die?

The coldest blood runs through my veins
You know my name

If you come inside things will not be the same
When you return to the night
And if you think you've won
You never saw me change
The game that we all been playing

I've seen diamonds cut through harder men
Than you yourself
But if you must pretend
You may meet your end

Arm yourself because no-one else here will save you
The odds will betray you
And I will replace you
You can't deny the prize it may never fulfill you
It longs to kill you
Are you willing to die?

The coldest blood runs through my veins

Try to hide your hand
Forget how to feel
Forget how to feel

Life is gone with just a spin of the wheel
Spin of the wheel

Arm yourself because no-one else here will save you
The odds will betray you
And I will replace you
You can't deny the prize it may never fulfill you
It longs to kill you
Are you willing to die?

The coldest blood runs through my veins
You know my name
You know my name
You know my name
You know my name
You know my name
You know my name
You know my name


You Know My Name, Chris Cornell