Honest to blog.

It's longevity that I lack.
I can't connect the dots.
Not to mention I can't be the the last off this sinking ship.
Not again.
I have a mind of my own but I lent it to someone.
I can't recall the name.
But I did leave a return address.
Worried sick, I'll take my guilt to go.
Hold the inquiries please.
I'm not always right but sometimes I am.
If you could accept that then we could finally move forward.
If only an inch or two.
These small steps, they do add up.
I'll tell mom you called.
And I'll tell sister that you'll write.
Sorry for being that shrinking violet.
Camoflauged in the background.
That tortured sould that ironically didn't endure much torture.
It's all for the autobiography she said.
But you can't fake true experiences.
That's what she's learning.
I'll make my bed and get out of your hair.
I'm sorry for stealing your money, your precious momentos.
I'm sorry for filling my air sacs with all that cigarette smoke.
I'm getting eaten alive by misqitos.
That has to count for something, right?
Right?
I know you are scared of me migrating so far away.
But i've never been so sure in my entire life.
My head is in the clouds and my feet are on the ground.
None of this was just in "spite" of you.
Let's make a pact.
Here and now.
I'll be the daugher, you be the father.
And with that the real journey begins...

Eternally yours, Madison Taylor Weigand.

Be your own best friend for God's sake!

Ya know if I took the time to count how many people should look in the mirror and recite this quote to themselves every single morning when they wake up I would have a wasted a large chunk of time.

"You do not need to be loved, not at the cost of yourself. The single relationship that is truly central and crucial in a life is the relationship to the self. Of all the people you will know in a lifetime, you are the only one you will never lose." - Jo Courdert

Please do not lose yourselves.

This is a sad, sad situation.

I didn't think I had it in me to care as much as I have been lately. All of these turmoiled emotions are surfacing and bubbling through my veins, becoming entrapped there on the verge of exploding. I am a raging bitch, but the unexcusable kind. I'm sorry that my sarcasm has been getting in the way of forming a legitimate friendship with you. It's 4 years overdue now and time is quickly vanishing into thin air. I have made concrete memories with you and I hope you know I don't take them for granted. I keep mental notes all over my brain of all the one liners we've had and the crude/sexual conversations we have concoted. I have forgotton how to be a friend. I was robbed of the most solid friendship I had ever had this past year and my senses took the fall for me. I am slowly rebooting this system. The parts haven't all come back in, most of them are on back order. I don't like writing without wierd metaphors. I think you get them though, actually you of all people I know gets them. From one fucked up human being to another (and I mean that in the most sincere and loving way), I hope to give this a real go. We are lost souls but the time has come, my great friend.

sometimes we take chances

sometimes we take pills.......I want my tattoo now.

Summon the troops, it's war.

A woman whom i've spent 18 years of solid life admiring turns out to be nothing but a cookie cutter fake who can't own up to her own faults. There's always a little history to each of our skepticisms. Now I see why i'm so damaged in the relationship department. You are a robot, aiming to please everyone while inside your heart is hanging by a thread. I am dissapointed and that isn't even the half of it. I always believed in you and even knowing what I know now I still do. You can't do this to me though. You cannot unload a huge burden such as this and expect me to sew my lips shut and stifle my screams. Oh god how I pray that you'd just scream. I wish you'd do something to let us know that you aren't a prototype or a clone straight off the production line. Yet you insist on keeping your life neatly trimmed just so. No need to let people know that you are human.

HOLD THE PHONE.

Perez hilton is in new orleans. Pinch me. I am a tad bit obsessed and while it may be entirely pretentious and sad I make no apologies. I'd love to pick his brain just once and then i'm set.

An excerpt from my very own diary.

Not even a second over eighteen and already overcome with a sweeping sense of self doubt and down right regret.

So here's an open letter to a certain some one. I know you won't read it and that's perfectly fine. Better yet I prefer it that way. It just needs to be said and here's an outlet it put it out there and let "sleeping dogs lie" as my mother says.

Here goes nothin'
I think what scared me most about you is that you are so sure of yourself. You may not necessarily have everything figured out but you are making a conscience effort to try. (C-o-n-s-c-i-e-n-c-e. Yep I spelled it right I think but I've always had to think con and then add science to the end. I could never enter a spelling bee.) <--- Haha what is in parenthesis is not part of the letter. Anyway, you aren't binded by the same tired old routine and you question authority, never accpeting everything you see at face value. Which I have the utmost respect for. In short, you are the polar opposite of myself. You have passion and what I can only assume is love. You are just looking for a window of oppritunity to showcase both. On the other end of the spectrum my window was closed for buisness long ago. I build these fences and make sure I don't show an ounce of vulnerability in the process. It was all an act and you saw right through it. Hell you even called me out on it which caught me off guard yet impressed me nonetheless.

"I know plenty of girls like you" you shouted at me. I knew you had me figured out the moment you uttered those words. I wanted to put a stop to it before you exposed me as a sham. Bravo and well done on your part. You planned for the curtain call and consequently now want absolutely nothing to do with little old me. I conned my way into your world. I commend you for having the backbone that I have always ached for. It's one hundred percent true what they say you know, as I posted in a blog past; "If you don't know what you want you end up with a whole lot you don't." Thank you for putting the fire back underneath my ass. "Musicians" such as yourself must be the cureall for writer's block. I should make note of that for future reference. We could've had a cliched dead end romance that all the poets chirp about but we both know it was supposed to end this way. I hope this brings you any ounce of inspiration, not that you need it as much as I. I would've done more harm than good I hope you know. I can only pray that you remember me as the girl who came and went. A mere passerby along the way. I know you'll find someone who appreciates you, all of you. I'm not sure I would've ever reached that point.

I'm figuring myself out as the days turn into distant years. It's sure as hell not an easy journey but the fruits of my labor will hopefully pay off once i've earned my stay. Look at it this way, we can't wonder "what if". We gave it a semi fair shot and this is the unfortunate outcome. However a pain in the side I may have been I hope to have gained a surmountable well being through out this 2 month ordeal. (Don't quote me on that it could've been longer but as the song goes "my memory lacks initative"). I know the waves of friendship aren't being reciprocated but I'm "here" if that makes any sense to you. This is my peace with you. All of these twisted thoughts just poured into this open letter and they were begging to escape.

I never read any Chuck p. books but he is one hell of a person to quote that's for damn sure. I'll end on this wonderful note.

“Just remember, the same as a spectacular Vogue magazine, remember that no matter how close you follow the jumps: Continued on page whatever. No matter how careful you are, there's going to be the sense you missed something, the collapsed feeling under your skin that you didn't experience it all. There's that fallen heart feeling that you rushed right through the moments where you should've been paying attention. Well, get used to that feeling. That's how your whole life will feel some day. This is all practice. None of this matters. We're just warming up.” -Chuck P.

Eighteen.

I always feel like something major should happen on my birthday. A monument being built, a massive plane crash, a celebrity death....