Silly Superstitions.

"You doubt them,
And soon they bark and hound you,
Till everything you say is just another bad about you."

There are many superstitions in the world. Most, are ancient, passed down by wary housewives through the generations, either to give you good luck or words of warning, or to help in giving you that feeling of protection against the bad things in this world; all so long as you abide by the rules.

• A dog howling at night when someone in the house is sick is a bad omen.
• A white moth trying to enter the house means death.
• Knock three times on wood after mentioning good fortune so evil spirits won't ruin it.
• If you use the same pencil to take a test that you used for studying for the test, the pencil will remember the answers.
• Pulling out a gray or white hair will cause ten more to grow in its place.
• Do not place shoes upon a table, for this will bring bad luck for the day.
• All wishes on shooting stars come true.

And sometimes, we make up our own superstitions, to help us live our lives with guidance, and give us that feeling of security.

• Never let a moment pass you by, for you will regret it the rest of your life.
• Learn from your mistakes - don't repeat yourself.
• Never trust a guy.

Most people make up their own superstitions and warnings because of previous experiences. Kind of like the lucky underwear you wore when you first got laid.
But I don't believe in silly superstitions. I never have. That's why I keep repeating the spells from Macbeth around Shannen. That's why I carry around a broken mirror. That's why my heart gets broken so often.
Not listening to other people's advice is a bad habit. I ask for the advice so often too, but it's only a rare occasion that I'll actually abide by it.

"Maybe superstitions aren't so silly after all."

If I had listened to my friend's advice, I wouldn't be in this situation of constant confusion and repeated heartbreak. Letting my hopes soar free then hurtling to the ground like a kite guided by someone who doesn't know how to fly it.
If I had only listened, you wouldn't be in my life anymore. I would have cut you loose at the very beginning, ignoring your lies and excuses to save myself the agony later on.

I feel used, and played, every day - and it's your fault.
You don't mean to lead me on - you said it yourself. But you still do it. Even without meaning to. And it makes me just wanna hit the wall and scream and lash out - but the only thing that ever ends up happening, is me - sitting on the floor in the dark, with my iPod on full blast, trying to drown out my own worries with the words of artists who have been through much worse pains.
Do you ever feel bad about how you make others feel? I know your a nice guy. I've described you as a gentleman on numerous occasions. So surely you must be able to see what all this is doing? Surely one would know when they are pulling a girl up a grassy hill, only to push her down again, watching and laughing, and praying she doesn't remember it was you who did it - just so you can do it over and over.

I was at first blaming myself, falling for your repeated tricks. But then I remembered - you know you're my weakness. And you're playing on it.

I have deleted your number and all of your messages. Please, don't call me.

"I’m at home with a ghost, who got left in the cold,
Who knocks at my peace, with no keys to my soul."