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first love is like playing with fire
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
& she thought it was all good.life is sucks sometimes.
like that saying "ups and downs". i've been having ups so i think today is a down.
am is also having a sucky day. so yeah.
i aint alone.
have you ever really, as in REALLY, thought about the saying "i love you".
well i have, in a way.
gosh. why do people just say i love you like meaning-less-ly? cmon. its such a beautful saying. use it with respect.
and its even more beautiful if you see an old guy & lady, which have been together for like decades and still married, and they say "i love you" to one another.
that, you have to go wow.
this must be my second emo post in like total.
in so not in a good mood.
& no. to anyone who thinks that i was talking about any particular person just now, i wasnt.
im just so arggggh! now ian is blaming me that i never start a convo with him online.
and he just stated out the "obvious".
hell no.
blame this on PMS.
fucck.
today is AWFUL. just plain awful.
i go to school. im surround with the number 7, 1 and 17.
which just reminds me of him.
whatever table i sit at, its always number 7. gosh. then if i pick a number from my teacher's hand (dont ask about it) it says number one.
go home, my house is number 17.
gossh.
sorry im going nuts. this reminds me of the movie "number 23".
23 is my bday.
OHMYFUCCKINGGOD.
you see! i told you about the saying "i love you".
2 of my friends just broke up.
omggggg.
thats it. im just gonna sleep. my mind is purdy much stress in a way and i just need to calm down.
i dont know whats wrong. even between me and you.
did i do something wrong? mayb my dreams are true. mayb you're really mad at me and i dont know why.
[myheartwillgoon]
She finds herself shivering, shaking, blushing,
Weak, tormented, sick, and going blind.
And why? Because some guy might look her way,
Then cast his eyes as quickly to the ground;
Some special one, for reasons she can't say,
Whose voice makes her feel faint when he's around.
To ask you to be my Valentine
I'd have to talk to you,
Something that in all this time
I've managed not to do.
I'd have to get past "Hi!" somehow
To show you that I care,
But the right time is never now,
Especially when you're there.
It's as if a wall of fear,
Transparent yet profound,
Came hurtling up as you come near,
Cutting off all sound.
I fear I won't know what to say
And strike you as a fool,
Or you'll be glad to get away,
Polite not to be cruel.
Easier to dream than act,
To hope than to find out,
So fearful of the force of fact
I wait in fear-filled doubt.
But now the day of love has come,
And I must cross its line,
And so I ask you through this poem
To be my Valentine.