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I'll bleed this skyline dry
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Hear Me Out
I like to give excuses for everything and anything. If Im not in the mood to do anything, I idle around. I let my friends say as they please, but that don't mean I agree with what they say. I just accept that its their opinion. I can be an ass hole. I can be the nicest person on earth. Just depends on who you are(: "Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God." -Matthew 5:8
Complains?
Music
Cover on my heart by Guy Sebastian
Go find yourself and listen:D Skeletons of My Closet
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Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Hahahaha! Crappy day much? Yes very much. Hahahaha! Im just whining.Angel went home early today, Jane's totally depress. Joshua was totally angry with me for waiting for my little hero. People here needed to see someone right? =.= Yeah, I was totally cranky this evening, ask miley. Miley and anthea were like "Omg Jane, you really need your daily dose of ______. Otherwise you get cranky." This is why I totally hate tuesdays. My stomach knots everytime shes around. But I love that feeling, makes me feel alive. This poem is to let ley savour weird poems. Oddball. Do you know how much I miss breathing, can you stop disappearing. Do you know how much I miss hearing can you stop whispering Bet you dont know this, how much happiness it gives. Bet you dont realise how important you are, how much it hurts when your this far. That three seconds I get, it's something I cant forget. That three seconds I shared, it's something I cant regret. If only you could hear the screams, then you wont have to stay in my dreams. If only you heard the pleas, then you and I would be sitting in the breeze. Shuddup if it doesnt quite flow, I just read that I had to create another poem like 10minutes ago, so be nice will you? Listening to "wo men de ai" by FIR. Surprisingly, I actually understood it! O.M.G. thank you thank you I know my chinese rocks your socks. It rhymes too!! Okay, I gotta go do my stupid math homework! Hahahaha!! Yes, go ahead call me a faggot. Hahaha!! I hold true to my promises(if only I remember them) but I dont make promises often. Angels dont just come and go in my life, they come and leave a mark, for me to remember them. But I hope my angel doesnt leave a mark, because I dont want her to leave me. Call me a lesbo for her, and I'd walk proudly *grins* |