I will...

I will live
I will die.
I will laugh
I will cry.
But i won't wait for you again
In the rain
Like i did last night.
Goodbye.

Tuesday, 3 March 2009

major bollockings with knobs on (No pun intended)

Well, i got a major bollocking from my art teacher. Said i will fail exam if i don't attend the classes. Obviously. Aah well. Today was... Crap. I'm glad i went to class because i caught up on some English work and humanities essay is now all typed up. But i felt like dying (and crying) all day. I saw him and i just... Well lets just say i haven't felt like crying so much in a long time. I want him back so badly. But i can't. And i won't show that i want him back to anyone because that would just be.... No it can't happen. Oh I'd give anything to turn back time and not do what i did. FYI I did not cheat or anything. I just... The simplest explanation is this: I had issues and stuff happen to me that he couldn't deal with. I would delve in further but frankly, it's too personal. Anyways, anything else? Nope don't think so. Gonna go eat now before i have to go to this youth group thing. Could be my last session, if i decide to go to drama instead. They don't know that though. Oh yeah, gonna go horse riding with school. The catch? I have to do stuff like trekking and sailing first. :( worth it though. I love horses. Also i don't think he's gonna go!

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poetry of the damned


It's not fair.
I don't know who i am.
Why do i feel this way?
I'm never able to be myself. Not really.
There's always a piece locked away.
A secret i won't ever say.
A lie i'll never reveal.
I made a mistake. It cost me everything.
I'll never be the same again.
No one knows who i really am.
He thought he knew me, but he didn't.
She thought she saw me, but she didn't.
What they thought they knew and saw was a shadow of what was real.
Of what i really feel.
I'll never fit in. I'm an outsider. For that i thank God everyday!
Who wants to be cool when that includes getting drunk, smoking and screwing around?
But why does being an outsider have to be so hard?
I am different. More different than you know.
That's the point really... You will never know. Because i will never tell.

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perseverance is what they say my strength is
They must be right
because i got hurt again tonight
Yet i'm still ready to love
Rebound is my second name
But not in the way you might think
I wish i could hate you
But i don't have the strength
One day my heart will not be able to hold on anymore
will not react to heartbreak with immunity
i think today is that day.