Cheri Zarvall's Blog – July 2011 Archive (5)

    We all have a story, some of them worse than others. Maybe you've lost the love of your life, a best friend, or a family member. Maybe you were sexually, physically, or emotionally abused. Maybe life just sucks ass and you're one of those people who end up on Jerry Springer, confronting your inner demons in your fifteen minutes of fame that you didn't want. Whatever. Who am I to judge on all that? I mean, my life sure as hell ain't perfect. And some times I chick out and cry, or…

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I've heard everything on the radio,

the same ol' song and dance.

Ain't it about time you blow me away

with some lyrics about bad romance?

Yeah, Lady Gaga wears the meat suit,

and Michael Vampire's got the cut.

We've heard the best by Bon Jovi,

and listened to Pink belt out, "So What."

We know all the words to Fireflies,

and every Maroon Five song there is.

Ain't it about time for a new surprise?

I guess I could just…

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   I don't get it. Why people are so hung up on insults, I mean. Yeah, they make you feel bad, and maybe they'll stick around for a while, but it builds character, right? I've been called ugly, fat, talentless, stupid, stuck-up, worthless, pathetic, cowardly... I could go on, but why bother? I remember, last summer, I was staring at this teenage guy pushing a stroller. I was thinking, at the time, "Wow... How much did he have to fuck up to be put in that position?" I saw him glance at me,…

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You ever feel like you've got the weight of the world on your shoulders, but you still won't blab to your friends or family about the shit that's messing with you?  Or maybe you feel like punishing yourself for something that you know is your fault, or for something you've done--or, in this situation, refuse to do.

  My mom called yesterday... Not Mell, whom I've repeatedly mentioned in my other blogs, but my birth mom, Gail. The one who I haven't seen in over half of my…

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They say love is blind, and it's true,

And though I see the real you,

you can't seem to see me.

You've forgotten our first kiss,

and regret all the things that you miss.

Things aren't gettin' any clearer,

'cause you pull back as I get nearer.

I can't stand to look at myself in the mirror,

'cause I don't see the girl you want.

You're the one who said, "Please don't forget me,

and please don't regret me, and please say…

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