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We all know the story of Pandora and her box. At her time, humans lived in happiness and had no troubles. Pandora was given a box as a gift, but she was told not to open it. But Pandora's curiosity got the best of her, one day she could take no more so she opened the box.
Out came misery, illness, grief, sadness, and all the sorrow of the world. At the very end out came hope.
That little ray of hope that flew out of Pandora's box keeps me going. That little bit of hope lets me believe that he will come back to me.
Although we look at hope as a good thing, we rarely see how it can tear us apart. Why should be be hoping for a better life? Why should we hope to have our love come back to us? Why couldn't Pandora keep her stupid box shut?
This is why we have sadness in the world, because a pretty little featherhead couldn't do a simple task.

So my boyfriend just dumped me. Well, I guess he's my ex now. I don't even know why he did. He said he needed space or time to be alone. Yet it doesn't make sense, he wants to see other people. I'm so confused, I loved him so much. I gave up so many things for him, I didn't apply to Dartmouth-my dream college, because he didn't want me to be far away. I didn't apply to Brown or Northwestern. My grades, are so low, I'm failing. My best friend and I don't seem to have the same bond as before. My relationship with my parents worsened.
Did he not think of these things when he broke up with me? Did he give up anything for me? All I asked was for him to stop smoking. I only wanted the best for his health. And he didn't stop.
I guess he was lying when he told me he "loved me" or he "wants to spend the rest of his life with me" . You don't just stop loving something out of no where.

And I, I was a fool to believe him. Not only did he break my heart once, he did it again. He shattered into a million pieces.

Honestly, I really don't know what to do with myself anymore. In about 8 months I'll be on my own. I always wanted to leave home and run away before, but now that I'm older- and it's time for me to leave; I realize that I'm really not ready to be on my own. I'm never going to be able to pay for college and rent. I'll probably never be able to leave home, which will be awful. So I'll be stuck in this mad house forever?

Today me and my best freind were taking the train home, (lately we've been talking about our future) it came down to the same conversation we usually have, what's going to happen when we're in college. I'm pretty sure she'll get into a really good college, maybe even a ivy league, but me- i might not even get into any college. I'm not even sure what I want to do in the future!

So she tried figuring out what I was good at, and you know what that was? NOTHING! I'm good at nothing at all. My best freind couldn't even figure out what I'm good at, and that's just sad. I'm a pathetic looser wasting space on earth.

As you can see, I have changed my blog name to broken butterflies. Broken Butterflies is a song I wrote a few months ago. Well, it's more like a poem, I am hoping to turn it into a song. So far I have a few songs written for my band. I don't have a band yet, but once I do get people in we can use my lyrics. Most of my lyrics are all about the same thing. My best freind calls them depressing, they are not depressing.
My band would be more like evanescence or maybe paramore. I like the paramore idea better, I don't think I see my self as an Amy Lee type of person.
Have you ever noticed how beautiful Amy Lee is? She is one of the most beautiful people in the music industry. She doesn't seem to need a lot of make-up to be pretty. She's just naturally flawless.

ok so heres my song/poem thing:

Go to sleep, and close your eyes,
and dream of broken butterflies
That tore their wings against a thorn.
You know the pain that they have born.

Silver metal, shine so bright.
Scarlet blood, that feels so right.
Dream of that blood trickling down,
And wake up just before you drown.

The moonlight's shining off your tears,
As you bleed out your own worst fears.
So tonight when you start to cry,

Whisper the cutter's lillaby:
Hush baby, you're almost dead.
You don't have a pulse and your pillow is red.
Your family hates you,
Your friends let you bleed.
Sleep tight with a knife,
cause it's all that you need.

Rockabye baby, broken and scarred.
You didn't know that life would be this hard
Time to end the pain that you hide so well,
And down will come baby,
Straight from hell.