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| Saturday, December 8th, 2001 | | 10:34 pm |
I didn't know what 'Crappy' was then Wednesday, March 7th, 2001 9:47 pm First Day Hey-di-ho peeps, first page, here goes nothin... Pretty peeved off, got told the other day that i don't know what i am s'posed to believe in, and i kept telling myself that i was shit, and i din't know the first thing about what i thought i knew, which MUST be a sign of madness, maybe i am going mad and i'm jus the last one to find out about it, will no-one tell me these things, u have to or i won't know TELL ME GOD DAMN IT!!!!!!! I'm jus in a real shite mood and i'm tryin my best to stay pleased and contented, but i don't want to look like a drama queen and make a big fuss about it all in front of everone, and the only peole that i feel i can talk to about this will jus think that i am taking an easy way out and doin what someone has already done, copying as such, and that isn't the impression that i want to give, it isn't the truth, the truth is i don't know as much as i thought i did, and now i KNOW that for sure. Current Mood: crappy Current Music: What would i have done. Delirious? Current Mood:  exhaustedCurrent Music: none, silence kills me | | Saturday, November 24th, 2001 | | 6:56 pm |
Arse I am the subjecs, and i have upset quite a few peeps. I hope that they can forgive me. i still need help, maybe i'm selfish. Current Mood:  depressedCurrent Music: 'Sad But True'-'Sixpence None The Richer' | | Friday, November 23rd, 2001 | | 8:43 pm |
Misery The world is treating me bad, misery. I'm the kind of guy who never used to cry, The world is treating me bad, misery. I've lost her now for sure, I won't see her no more, It's gonna be a drag, misery. I'll remember all the little things we've done, Can't she see she'll be the only on, lonely one, Send her back to me 'cos ev'ry one can see, Without her I will be in misery. I'll remember all the little things we've done, She'll remember and she'll be the only one, lonely one, Send her back to me 'cos ev'ry one can see, Without her i will be in misery. Oo in misery. Oo in misery. Current Mood: depressedCurrent Music: none, too depressed | | 7:50 pm |
yesterday Yesterday, All my troubles seemed so far away, Now it looks as though they?re here to stay, Oh, I believe in yesterday. Suddenly, I?m not half the man I used to be, There?s a shadow hanging over me, Oh, yesterday came suddenly. Why she had to go, I don?t know, She wouldn?t say. I said something wrong, Now I long For yesterday. Yesterday, Love was such an easy game to play, Now I need a place to hide away, Oh, I believe in yesterday. Why she had to go, I don?t know, She wouldn?t say. I said something wrong, Now I long For yesterday. Yesterday, Love was such an easy game to play, Now I need a place to hide away, Oh, I believe in yesterday. Current Mood:  gloomyCurrent Music: 'One'-'U2' | | Thursday, November 22nd, 2001 | | 8:50 pm |
Breathe This is the air I breathe, This is the air I breathe, your holy presence living in me. This is my daily bread, This is my daily bread, Your very word spoken to me. And I'm desperate for you. And I'm lost without you. This is the air I breathe, This is the air I breathe, your holy presence living in me. This is my daily bread, This is my daily bread, Your very word spoken to me. And I'm desperate for you. And I'm lost without you. And I'm desperate for you. And I'm lost without you. I'm lost without you. I'm lost without you. I'm desperate for you. I'm desperate for you. I'm desperate for you. I'm lost without you. I'm desperate for you. I'm desperate for you. I'm lost, I'm lost, I'm lost without you Lord. I'm lost without you. I'm lost without you. I'm lost without you. I'm desperate for you. Current Mood: depressedCurrent Music: 'Breathe'-'Michael W. Smith' | | 8:10 pm |
Salt to the wound I'm pissed off with everything! people promise you the world, and then screw you over, on the INTERNET of all things! I came on tonight with great aspirations, and listening to a worship album... worship... worship what? how life bites you in your ass? how when you manage to scrape yourself, pain-stakingly to your knees, it kicks you back down without even giving you time to catch your breath? who needs a life where this happens, i have tried my hardest, i have been on the brink for too long, i decided to give God another go, and try to make something of my christian life, but no... when i finally get to a point where things look more horizontal than down, it all goes pear-shaped, i feel like i'm on Oblivion, at the top, slowly creeping up, to just face down, and plummet lower than you started off at. Current Mood: crushed | | Friday, November 2nd, 2001 | | 8:37 pm |
Sorry I thank all who need thanked, I forgive all who need forgiveness, I love all who are without, I try to help those in need, I would like to humble myself to others, I TRY to humble myself to others (but fall flat on my face), I put others first, I care more about others than myself, I hate pain (esp. inflicted on others, and esp. esp. inflicted BY ME), I put on a brave face and a happy face to cheer people up, I tire myself out by worrying about others, and people still don't get y I am so low all the time. I am worn out and give my all to OTHERS, but not to who desearves it, I am misdirected. People say that there is always someone worse off than Urself... sometimes that is very hard to believe. Current Mood:  thoughtfulCurrent Music: 'King Of Fools'-'Delirious?' | | Thursday, November 1st, 2001 | | 9:37 pm |
aka General Sean aka General Sean Current Mood:  confused | | 9:22 pm |
2day nothin happens to those who wait people never learn, most of all, me. i keep tryin but then i know and realise that no matter how hard i try, nothing can happen, and nothing ever does. i try to mend things, and... nothing gets mended, was i supposed to mend things? NO. i wasn't supposed to break them in the first place, but i did, and now i have to live with that Current Mood: depressedCurrent Music: Moulin Rouge | | Monday, October 29th, 2001 | | 11:07 pm |
Still touched This is so lovely; it certainly brightened up my day. 1. At least 5 people in this world love you so much they would die for you. 2. At least 15 people in this world love you, in some way. 3. The only reason anyone would ever hate you is because they want to be just like you. 4. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don't like you. 5. Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you before they go to sleep. 6.You mean the world to someone. 7. Without you, someone may not be living. 8. You are special and unique, in your own way. 9. Someone that you don't know even exists, loves you. 10. When you make the biggest mistake ever something good comes from it. 11. When you think the world has turned it's back on you, take a look you most likely turned your back on the world. 12. When you think you have no chance at getting what you want, you probably won't get it, but if you believe in yourself, you probably sooner or later will get it. 13. Always remember complements you received, forget about the rude remarks. 14. Always tell someone how you feel, then they'll know. 15. If you have a great friend, take the time to let them know that they're great. Current Mood:  touchedCurrent Music: 'The Girl In Your Picture'-'SkyPark' | | 11:01 pm |
Touched One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd." I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on. As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes. My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said, ?Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives." He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!" There was a smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude. I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before. We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends. He said yes. We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him. Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, "Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!" He just laughed handed me half the books. Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were seniors, we began to about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship. Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak. Graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him. Boy, sometimes I was jealous. Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech. So, I smacked him on the and said, "Hey, big guy, you'll be great!" He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. "Thanks," he said. As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began. "Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years, your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly your friends. I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story." I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile. "Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable." I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realise it's depth. Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture you can change a person's life, for better or for worse. God puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another in some way. Look for God in others. "Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly." There is no beginning or end. Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is mystery. Today is a gift. Current Mood: touchedCurrent Music: 'What God Does'-'SkyPark' | | Saturday, October 27th, 2001 | | 8:38 pm |
Same person, and so the circle continues
If I were President George W. Bush's Speech Writer. Another dose of
humor to help us cope.....
Good evening my fellow Americans. First, I want to pass on my condolences to the people of New York and all Americans that are hurting in this tragic time. You can rest assured that anything and everything that can be done to assure the safety of our country will be done. This is the greatest country in the world and we will get through this trying time. Now is the time for all people to set aside our petty differences and show the world that no one or
nothing can destroy the fortitude of the American people. To the people responsible for today's tragedy, I say this:
Are you fucking kidding me? Are the turbans on your heads wrapped too tight? Have you gone too long without a bath? Do you not know who you are fucking with? Americans are so hungry to kill, that we shoot at each other every day. We will relish that opportunity for new targets for our aggression. Have you forgotten history? What happened to the last people that started fucking around with us? Remember the little yellow bastards over in Japan? We slapped them all over the Pacific and roasted about 2 million of them in their own back yard. That's what we in America call a big ass barbecue. Ever seen Texas on a map? Ever wonder why it's so big? Because we wanted it that way. Mexico started jacking around with the Alamo and now they cut our lawns. Ask your buddy Saddam about fucking with the good 'ole USA. The only reason he got away the first time is because it's too hard to shoot
someone when you're doubled over laughing at them. Our soldiers aren't trained to laugh and shoot at the same time. Now he couldn't stop a pack of cub scouts from taking over his shitty little country. Trust us, Afghanistan will end up a giant kitty litter box. Go ahead and try to hide, Bin Laden. There's not a hole deep enough or a mountain high enough that's
going to keep your camel riding asses safe. We will bomb every inch of the country that harbors him, his camps and any place that looks and even smells like he was there. Hell, we
might even drop a few bombs on people that have pissed us off in the past. This is America. We kick ass. This is what we do. Go ahead and laugh now, but the Tomahawks are coming and very soon we will smoke your sorry asses.
God bless America!
I know this may be offensive to some...it is not written by me, nor is it intended to be offensive. I posted it for the humor...Thank you.
I stole this from another LJ, but they didnt know who wrote it either... To whoever did... Bravo :) lol | | 8:36 pm |
Stolen from sum1 else on LJ, but hey
A German, an afghan, and an American were walking through the desert when they found a magic lamp.
They rubbed the lamp and out came a genie..
" You may each have one wish"
The German came forward and said
" I wish to have an endless supply of money, and limitless beautiful women to serve my every wish."
.. the genie granted his wish..
Then the Afghan stepped up and said
" I wish for a wall to be built around my beautiful country, so tall and thick that no one may get in to destroy it's beauty and our people"
.. the genie also granted his wish...
The American looks at the Genie and asks..
" What does that wall look like? "
" Well.." the genie replies " It's about 10 miles high, and big enough to keep anyone from coming or going"
" ok " says the american.. " My wish is.. Fill it with water " | | 8:03 pm |
Letter for Anna, but perhaps Jenny should read this, and Mike maybe, and John, and don't forget Dan >From: "Anna Davison" <fluffy_106@hotmail.com> >To: qirex3093@hotmail.com >Subject: you >Date: Tue, 24 Apr 2001 13:18:24 +0100 > >you know why my head is messed up? you want to know? im jealous of >jenny and have been for ages. you know ive allways had a soft spot >for you, but didnt say anything. im in a relationship now. i dont >want to cheat on mike again. ive hurt him so many times, and cheated >on him several times without his knowledge which makes me feel like >shit (quite rightly, i think) i dont want to put myself in a >situation becuase i know i couldnt and dont have the will power to >resist temptation... you want to know why I'm messed up? well, just read the above, put yourself in the shoes of someone who has really fancied the person in question since the said date and before, and rplace the name 'Jenny' with 'John' and 'Mike' with...... 'no-one', because that is all i feel i have @ the mo, no-one. My M8s are too busy to come round... ever, i should be @ a church service, interviewing someone, but instead i sit here, trying my best to get drunk, failing so far, as u can see by the spelling and grammar tho.I have messed you about, and others way too much, esp on MSN in the last few days. On the way home i imagined what it would be like to go under/over a car as it hits me, and what people would think, if they would even know, and if they did, if they would care. I'm in a rutt. The reason that i sent you the txt, is that i DO really like you, i would do NEthing for you, and each time i try to tell you, something comes up, it may be something goood, or bad, but something seems to stop me, somehow. I don't want to hurt you, I don't want you to be upset, i don't want to leave you out on my 18th, and i don't want to have a confrontation, and i don't want to be alone, but not all of these things can be sorted out at once, as thay are really difficult to do, together. I don't even like the wine, and it was corked, but hey, if it gets me drunk, the desired effect is there. The person that set me up to do the interview called me, but didn't get thru, left a msg, he sounded a little angry that i wasn't there, and this was @ 19:08, the service starts @ 19:30, oh, look @ the time now..... he'll be really pissed off now. LOL, never mind tho.sweet sweet wine, yucky agftertaste tho.I want to pour it away, but then it wont work. I'm really gonna hebt to pee after thid.the dizzy feeling is comming noe. my right hand is shaking, not much tho, havent got parkinsons yet, lol!!!!! shivvers.brrrrrrrr.need a pee, brb..................................... . buffy episde called bear bad, good job im not havin beer innit, i'd be off my shite-hole by nowon to glass 4! smells of shit, yuck i really like you, and i don't want to feel inadequite @ my ownn18th. 2nd beat just isn't nice, amd that is where i am. Sorry Anna, i dont want to put all this on y but i'm ........, not at my best, am i. sorry, you don't want to her me rant in drunk. Wine is awful, yuck bad tastes, beer bad, lol! called my M8, if i have ne, well, txtd him, but no reply as yet, asked him if he wanted to come round, if he had time, no reply tho.must know i'm pissed, well, he can just do as the rest and piss off. I went onto MSN, and there was 1 person online, ..... nope, sorry, no-one was online, then sum1 came on, told me that their comp crashed and logged off, likely bloody story, i bet they jus blocked me: Never give out your password or credit card number in an instant message conversation. General Sean says: pls talk to me noo says: hang on my comp has crashed! humph. sorry anna, don't be hurt, not bad, jus bit drunk now, not much, don't come round/call,/txt/e-mail/nething. Dave*(sorry) Current Mood:  drunkCurrent Music: 'Please Don't Go Away'-'SkyPark' | | 8:01 pm |
Letter for Anna, Jenny should read this, and Mike should too, and John, and Dan, and...
>From: "Anna Davison" <fluffy_106@hotmail.com>
>To: qirex3093@hotmail.com
>Subject: you
>Date: Tue, 24 Apr 2001 13:18:24 +0100
>
>you know why my head is messed up? you want to know? im jealous of
>jenny and have been for ages. you know ive allways had a soft spot
>for you, but didnt say anything. im in a relationship now. i dont
>want to cheat on mike again. ive hurt him so many times, and cheated
>on him several times without his knowledge which makes me feel like
>shit (quite rightly, i think) i dont want to put myself in a
>situation becuase i know i couldnt and dont have the will power to
>resist temptation...
you want to know why I'm messed up? well, just read the above, put yourself in the shoes of someone who has really fancied the person in question since the said date and before, and rplace the name 'Jenny' with 'John' and 'Mike' with...... 'no-one', because that is all i feel i have @ the mo, no-one. My M8s are too busy to come round... ever, i should be @ a church service, interviewing someone, but instead i sit here, trying my best to get drunk, failing so far, as u can see by the spelling and grammar tho.I have messed you about, and others way too much, esp on MSN in the last few days. On the way home i imagined what it would be like to go under/over a car as it hits me, and what people would think, if they would even know, and if they did, if they would care. I'm in a rutt. The reason that i sent you the txt, is that i DO really like you, i would do NEthing for you, and each time i try to tell you, something comes up, it may be something goood, or bad, but something seems to stop me, somehow. I don't want to hurt you, I don't want you to be upset, i don't want to leave you out on my 18th, and i don't want to have a confrontation, and i don't want to be alone, but not all of these things can be sorted out at once, as thay are really difficult to do, together. I don't even like the wine, and it was corked, but hey, if it gets me drunk, the desired effect is there. The person that set me up to do the interview called me, but didn't get thru, left a msg, he sounded a little angry that i wasn't there, and this was @ 19:08, the service starts @ 19:30, oh, look @ the time now..... he'll be really pissed off now. LOL, never mind tho.sweet sweet wine, yucky agftertaste tho.I want to pour it away, but then it wont work. I'm really gonna hebt to pee after thid.the dizzy feeling is comming noe. my right hand is shaking, not much tho, havent got parkinsons yet, lol!!!!!
shivvers.brrrrrrrr.need a pee, brb......................................
buffy episde called bear bad, good job im not havin beer innit, i'd be off my shite-hole by nowon to glass 4!
smells of shit, yuck
i really like you, and i don't want to feel inadequite @ my ownn18th. 2nd beat just isn't nice, amd that is where i am. Sorry Anna, i dont want to put all this on y but i'm ........, not at my best, am i. sorry, you don't want to her me rant in drunk. Wine is awful, yuck
bad tastes, beer bad, lol!
called my M8, if i have ne, well, txtd him, but no reply as yet, asked him if he wanted to come round, if he had time, no reply tho.must know i'm pissed, well, he can just do as the rest and piss off.
I went onto MSN, and there was 1 person online, ..... nope, sorry, no-one was online, then sum1 came on, told me that their comp crashed and logged off, likely bloody story, i bet they jus blocked me:
Never give out your password or credit card number in an instant message conversation.
General
Sean says:
pls talk to me
noo says:
hang on my comp has crashed!
humph.
sorry anna, don't be hurt, not bad, jus bit drunk now, not much, don't come round/call,/txt/e-mail/nething.
Dave*(sorry) | | 7:58 pm |
Letter for Anna, Jenny should read this, and Mike should too, and John, and Dan, and...
>From: "Anna Davison" <fluffy_106@hotmail.com>
>To: qirex3093@hotmail.com
>Subject: you
>Date: Tue, 24 Apr 2001 13:18:24 +0100
>
>you know why my head is messed up? you want to know? im jealous of
>jenny and have been for ages. you know ive allways had a soft spot
>for you, but didnt say anything. im in a relationship now. i dont
>want to cheat on mike again. ive hurt him so many times, and cheated
>on him several times without his knowledge which makes me feel like
>shit (quite rightly, i think) i dont want to put myself in a
>situation becuase i know i couldnt and dont have the will power to
>resist temptation...
you want to know why I'm messed up? well, just read the above, put yourself in the shoes of someone who has really fancied the person in question since the said date and before, and rplace the name 'Jenny' with 'John' and 'Mike' with...... 'no-one', because that is all i feel i have @ the mo, no-one. My M8s are too busy to come round... ever, i should be @ a church service, interviewing someone, but instead i sit here, trying my best to get drunk, failing so far, as u can see by the spelling and grammar tho.I have messed you about, and others way too much, esp on MSN in the last few days. On the way home i imagined what it would be like to go under/over a car as it hits me, and what people would think, if they would even know, and if they did, if they would care. I'm in a rutt. The reason that i sent you the txt, is that i DO really like you, i would do NEthing for you, and each time i try to tell you, something comes up, it may be something goood, or bad, but something seems to stop me, somehow. I don't want to hurt you, I don't want you to be upset, i don't want to leave you out on my 18th, and i don't want to have a confrontation, and i don't want to be alone, but not all of these things can be sorted out at once, as thay are really difficult to do, together. I don't even like the wine, and it was corked, but hey, if it gets me drunk, the desired effect is there. The person that set me up to do the interview called me, but didn't get thru, left a msg, he sounded a little angry that i wasn't there, and this was @ 19:08, the service starts @ 19:30, oh, look @ the time now..... he'll be really pissed off now. LOL, never mind tho.sweet sweet wine, yucky agftertaste tho.I want to pour it away, but then it wont work. I'm really gonna hebt to pee after thid.the dizzy feeling is comming noe. my right hand is shaking, not much tho, havent got parkinsons yet, lol!!!!!
shivvers.brrrrrrrr.need a pee, brb......................................
buffy episde called bear bad, good job im not havin beer innit, i'd be off my shite-hole by nowon to glass 4!
smells of shit, yuck
i really like you, and i don't want to feel inadequite @ my ownn18th. 2nd beat just isn't nice, amd that is where i am. Sorry Anna, i dont want to put all this on y but i'm ........, not at my best, am i. sorry, you don't want to her me rant in drunk. Wine is awful, yuck
bad tastes, beer bad, lol!
called my M8, if i have ne, well, txtd him, but no reply as yet, asked him if he wanted to come round, if he had time, no reply tho.must know i'm pissed, well, he can just do as the rest and piss off.
I went onto MSN, and there was 1 person online, ..... nope, sorry, no-one was online, then sum1 came on, told me that their comp crashed and logged off, likely bloody story, i bet they jus blocked me:
Never give out your password or credit card number in an instant message conversation.
General
Sean says:
pls talk to me
noo says:
hang on my comp has crashed!
humph.
sorry anna, don't be hurt, not bad, jus bit drunk now, not much, don't come round/call,/txt/e-mail/nething.
Dave*(sorry) | | Sunday, August 5th, 2001 | | 5:25 pm |
Won't be on for ages, sorry I haven't been on for ages too. Raise the alarm, I?ve come to do harm, I jus? broke out at a nut farm, An? I got a bomb strapped to my arm, You better say the twenty-third psalm! Just got back from the one big Sunday at Bitts Park, it was great, but I din't really know much about the bands. The band with the three lasses was nice, boy, she's got 'talent', lol! I appologise to anyone who actually reads this, and has noticed that i haven't written 'Jack' for about 3 weeks, well... the reason is... I don't have one, apart for lack of inspiration, and lack of time to deal with LJ being slow... No other reason that that. I won't be on for about 4 weeks after today, cos I'm going down to Sommerset on a youth camp for just under two weeks, when i get back, i'm getting my AS results, oh lucky me, and then I'm spending two weeks in the Art college, with 30 foreigners, 15 from Poland and 15 from Germany, oh, there will be 14 others from Carlisle, that i have spent the last 4 months getting to know. I might be abl to get an internet connection while in the college, but don't hold your breath, I'm not. Current Mood:  crazyCurrent Music: 'The Avelanches'-'Frontier Psychiatrist' | | Wednesday, July 25th, 2001 | | 8:24 pm |
Well, LJ is back up (in a manner of speaking), but still nothing really major to write home about... For about 3 days now, i've been trying to get back onto LJ, and finnally i get on, but all inspiration has left me. I feel naked, well, unclothed of all talent that i once had within my grasp. I have no where to go for inspiration, and i have nothing new for my mind to play with. I am crushed within the four walls that make my mind, and e're there was a greater tormant than to be lost without one's sanity, then i would be there now, for i am lost, and my sanity is fading. All things with love's lost and new, are well... they are there, but where they be is somewhat of a mystery, for they reveal themselves not to me, but to a stranger force that is hiden in these walls of my mind. If anyone knows the secrets of unlocking one's soul to be viewed by it's owner, please help me, for i cannot live a life of confused minds. Current Mood: confusedCurrent Music: 'Gladiator' | | Saturday, July 21st, 2001 | | 9:22 pm |
What's the use of trying?
You make a move on one, but you like the other,
Then you find a third likes you.
The first says no. Not sure about third.
This only leaves number two.
You've ruined your chances with her.
Don't even mention your past.
Your relationship that could be 'the one'.
You were sure it would last.
"Having second thoughts, lets just be friends.
We are just way too different."
"Seeing someone else, hate your guts,
Bored of you now." That's what she meant.
Your history haunts you, in an ironic way.
What goes around comes around.
No such thing as eternal love (for me).
That's the most sence I've found.
Anna, you wanted to see a copy... Here it is, not a bad interpritation, i don't think.
We met B4 in town and had a coffee, we don't H8 each other, but this is how i felt B4 i met her again.
We hugged, awwwwww, but nothing became of it. Just hugs. We are just friends now. I gave her the postcard, and she accepted it without any sort of extreem, she took, it and i'm guessing that she read it L8r, because she put it in her pocket.
Current Mood: Hmmm
Current Music: none, (CD jus finished) | | 8:57 pm |
Crazy Daze Need to type, nothing to tell Going through some sort of hell. I love what I've lost, and I've lost what i love. As if someone plays with me, above. Mind is blank, nothing to say. You never know, could be the day. The day that i choose to end all this pain. God knows, i couldn't go through all this again. Life's a bitch, nothing to do. Especially since, I can't be with you. I could do it now, take my own! Oh, God, I wish that you'd just phone! You know how I feel, the way I act. You know I like you, that's a fact! Please tell me the truth to your sweet face. And let me not run in a losing race. Current Mood:  restlessCurrent Music: 'Delerious?' |
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