easy listening, yes. but it didnt cause goosebumps.
unlike taylor swift.
sunrays raining on me, and i love it.
The capacity of hope has gone
Gone along with my beliefs of life
Diverse thoughts of people has aroused me to rip the head of mine.
Although i still have a heart to lose
So which one goes first?
I’m afraid i can’t close my eyes anymore
I’m afraid i can’t burst in tears any longer
Nonetheless i have to die
I need to die
Kill me.
Billy loved Katie with all his heart. But he never told a Single soul. Katie secretly loved him too. But she thought she would never have a chance with him. Billy asked his friends what they think of her and his friends thought she was gay. They didn't like her at all. So Billy just went along with them. They all made fun of her and made her feel really bad. Katie was so upset.
One day they followed her home from school making fun of her the whole way home. Once she got inside her house she dropped to the floor cringe. She had a crush on Billy since 3rd grade. She didn't know what to do. When Billy got home he felt real bad about what he had done. So he decided to go to Katie's house to tell her he was sorry and that he really loves her.
When he got there he knocked on the door no one answered.
The door was open so he walked in. He walked into the living room and found Katie lying dead on the floor. She had slit her wrists. Billy was so up set . He knew it was his fault she killed her self. And now he could never tell her how he really felt.
The lesson of this story is: Don't wait to until the last minute to tell someone how you really feel. Because it just might be too late. And don't always go by what your friends say, follow your heart.
aww :)
(11:14 PM) clean slate: hey. how come a person playing piano is called a pianist but a person driving race car is not called racist?a.gay-be come back to planet earth, dude! fuckin miss 3 of us talking.
(11:14 PM) Filzaa: cuz it's weird when you say PIANER
(11:15 PM) clean slate: hey you know that saying love is blind?
(11:15 PM) anya: AND?
(11:15 PM) clean slate: then how can you belive in love at first sight?
(11:25 PM) Filzaa: yeah, racist
(11:25 PM) anya: im nottt
(11:25 PM) clean slate: racist
(11:25 PM) clean slate: i h8 u
(11:25 PM) anya: yeah, RACIST!
(11:25 PM) anya: i loathe you.
(11:25 PM) clean slate: i loathe'r u
(11:25 PM) clean slate: beat dat emu
(11:25 PM) anya: i loathe-est you.
(11:25 PM) clean slate: ..ok
(11:31 PM) anya: falisahtongxiongchai batisah binti jamilah. thats filza's new name
(11:32 PM) clean slate: :-O
(11:32 PM) clean slate: i pity your husband
(11:32 PM) Filzaa: ah, i hate u
(11:32 PM) clean slate: he'll have to pronounce when he weds you
(11:33 PM) anya: NELSON MANDELA IS AFRICAN
(11:33 PM) Filzaa: GOAW I HATE YOU ANYA
(11:33 PM) anya: wtf is goaw?
(11:33 PM) Filzaa: HE'S THE PRESIDENT
(11:33 PM) clean slate: ok?
(11:33 PM) Filzaa: AND A SAVIOR
(11:33 PM) clean slate: and hes hitler's bro?
(11:33 PM) anya: i can die laughing.
(11:33 PM) Filzaa: of course not
(11:33 PM) clean slate: anya is a liar
I see things divergently, on the grass of grieve.
I was senseless and ignorant, and yet i believe in dignity.
I gathered up my bits of brain with empty hands everyday, but i’m not able to retain.
I live life the way it goes, but never had the urge to discover,
though phenomenon is faintly perceived.
Why would i care?
For i am the only person in this world.
Brazen, and heartless.
I was lost, lost in the middle of nowhere, lost in the thought of you on my way home. i was lost in my own equanimity. And my equanimity was thinking of you. I was shocked. I was shocked when i saw myself alive in the middle of dusk. I was troubled when i horse-ride within this life, that made me jump all the way across the globe. And finally found you.
I was ecstatic when my world finally comes off to a new start, when perseverance are all paid off. Somehow it’s irrelevant how things are moving and how you comprehend the movement. I started babbling about unfortunate things that could happen in another second.
Later that second you scolded me in my unconsciousness. A pleasant surprise, and i thank you for it. However, good things must come to an end. I was on top of the world when i reckon that my lips were stuck to yours. It was the best 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 seconds of my life before i was shattered into a million pieces.
Now I’m only a part of the cement you walked upon every day, hoping to be picked up.