let it rain; then the thoughts would be really spelt out. and encouragements were all i ever needed, it turns out. because i stand taller than yesterday, as if nothing really happened. this has always been a big thing. when it comes to this i am serious.
three. and we always come back to the same thing at the end of the day. like being caught up in a roundabout with no exit. forward, and round and round and round. hurts lesser, you have got to admit. and this is something we've got to get through.
by hook. or crook.
hah, cheesy.
of having chocolate desserts, laughter and not paying. im not sure which one i enjoy more. of having to hear my voice everyday, even when impossible. he's too shy to admit. of feeling rotten suddenly. oh, welcome to my day.
it's time for my battle, i need a new sword.
trust deardaddy to cheer me up with a dictionary.
scary when clothes dont interest me. im back to hiding behind books. the breakup book is still left untouched because whenever it is time, my arms feel too heavy to lift. soon, promise.
life's a bitch and then you die was very 2003-2004, when us 3 were cynical pessimists sitting at starbucks cursing everything and yelling bah humbug at everyone. i just got reminded of that.
meetups with uncanny people. fun and exhilirating: i love seeing fresh faces. and in love are we? good for you, im happy. she is nice, so you'd better be nice. here's to more (meetups i mean). and keep me updated.
i guess mrjamie's the sheep mine now for keeps, yey.
next week sounds fun.
look at me all raring to go.
look at me all faking it. heee.