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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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Saturday, June 20, 2009
Here comes the pain
"If only you knew the truth, you wouldn't be feeling this way."I bought some clay stone that when you rub yo skin on it, it'll smell like really nice. (it really smells nice, smell my hands one of these days) So yeah, I bought this leather wrist band from FRANCE(mind you it's defo french), it smells like a rotting dead cow. I was convulsing while taking a tiny wiff of it. Gawd-awful I tell you. Anyway, since this clay stone works on my skin, I thought "Hey! Leather's skin too no?" (future Alberto Einstein) I poured the soap on the rock and rubbed in on the leather. My dense brain was like "Oh take a wiff. Its not that bad." I took a wiff. Oh yes, it worked alright, it smelt likka fementing dead cow. I don't whether to vomit or to faint.The smell was too powerful, overwhelming. *bends over like Neo in the Matrix but falls flat on face* Anyway. Bought my MANHATTAN PORTAGE BAG. Lemme repeat that since you people are dyslexic and half blind. Jane bought her MANHATTAN PORTAGE BAG. WOOO! It's almost the cost of my Project Shop bag(believe it or not). I name my MP bag, Shobet(Shor-Burt) please pronounce his last middle name right, Palomo(Pah-Loh-Moh). Got 10% off too(: Even though all these nice things are happening. I feel, empty. I know why, I just can't bring myself to say it. Because I don't want it to be true. Im tired. Went out with the breesey bunch yesterday then buddies today, there's church tomorrow and school the day after. Im dreading every second, but I'm lovin' seeing my friends! All holidays never see them(except Anthea and Miley) leh! Oh my gawd. Don't make me say I miss y'all cause I wont(not don't). Jet lagging but it doesnt feel that bad. God, I give it up to you. Please take care of this thing/person/problem that's making my heart heavy. I really don't want to care, really, but everytime I end up caring. I give up. Song of the day: Here Comes Goodbye by Rascal Flatts Wah this is one of the handful of songs that makes me what to cry. (I think I'm overly emotional from the lack of my spanish counterparts) "Here comes goodbye, here comes the last time, here comes the start of every sleepless night... here comes the pain. |