In fact, I am told that a lot
Now I know all the wrong turns, the stumbles and falls
Brought me here
And where was I before the day
That I first saw your lovely face?
Now I see it everyday
And I know
That I am
I am
I am
The luckiest
What if I'd been born fifty years before you
In a house on a street where you lived?
Maybe I'd be outside as you passed on your bike
Would I know?
And in a white sea of eyes
I see one pair that I recognize
And I know
That I am
I am
I am
The luckiest
I love you more than I have ever found a way to say to you
Next door there's an old man who lived to his nineties
And one day passed away in his sleep
And his wife; she stayed for a couple of days
And passed away
I'm sorry, I know that's a strange way to tell you that I know we belong
That I know
That I am
I am
I am
The luckiest
D: This song made me cry... maybe it's just a way of releasing stress, it just feels like it needs to flow out... if not in school, by myself...
Okay... I just realized... how much you can never really know a person...
How do you know if that person is faithful?
What if all that you think.. is not actually everything that's going on? Would you have the right to be mad at someone? what if you couldn't be mad at that person? Even if you deserve to be...?
What if you forced yourself to trust somebody you knew like hell you couldn't have to yourself?...
Ugh. I checked my yahoo messenger, this is crap again. That annoying girl Jessica who I had a fight with [we patched things up... sorta] is close to my sister's cousin's sister...
Let's just call her A.
A is close to a friend I met in a party last January in Baguio. She's alright in person, but online... my god. She's so obnoxious ><
I can't take it... and I told her that she was getting annoying.. but noo. She still freaking messaged like hell sad so I blocked her...
and now girl A sent me this crappy message:
'hey u stupid girl u no wat u are so mean to ***** [girl A's friend] u dont chat with her u dont talk her cassu u are bad girl well jessica told seema and nicole that u are bad to them u suck but your sister is better than any one'
What an overwhelming message, huh?
I know I'm not perfect. I know I'm not the best. But why?...
Somehow I don't want to fight back. I feel like it's the wrong thing to do... ):
everytime I have a f*ksnfibdgkldsnvogub good day, something screws it up!
I had such a nice day today... me and my friends were laughing a whole lot, sure I got hurt... but you know. Not like this...
I try to tell myself that I don't care... but I think I really do.
Even though I don't want to.
Duh. I know most of the answers to these are complex. Please no questions...
This is kind of personal so I'm leaving it to my journal...
~ see yah.
