I feel really weird when many people are concerned about me. I know feeling weird about having people to care for you is really weird. BUT THAT IS JUST MY NATURE WHATTTTTT. Every time people ask me 'You okay?', 'Why you so emo' or whatever. My first reaction is '(In my mind - Errrrrr, so weird) Yeah, I'm fine'. Except if its close friends asking me la, then I will tell them everything, I think especially the Kooptz, she has this calming and motherly effect, sort of, so everytime something bad happens and I tell her I will feel like crying, I think she knows what I mean, hahahaha. Desiree is weird out la cause if shes high then theres no way I can tell her anything, seriously. I know people are being sweet but I will only take many days to process that and most of the time it still gets stuck at 'Err okay, that was weird' stage. I dont know why I'm borned like that either.
Its 10:30 and theres nothing on Kids Central. During the mugging period when you take some time to slack it feels like you've had not enough rest time but now the slacking time just seems endless. Oh well better live today fruitful cause tmrw is The Massacre. Did your form teacher tell you that on the first 4 periods of school on wednesday we're getting back every single exam paper from our form teacher? We would not even live to see our subject teachers. So we just get back every single exam paper and check if the marks are added correctly and return it and we're back to normal lessons. Oh joy. So it seems Midyears are not that deadly afterall, its all in the afterthats. _______________________________ Our Song Taylor Swift
I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car He's got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel The other on my heart I look around, turn the radio down He says baby is something wrong? I say nothing I was just thinking how we don't have a song And he says...
[Chorus:]
Our song is the slamming screen door, Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window When we're on the phone and you talk real slow Cause it's late and your mama don't know
Our song is the way you laugh The first date "man, I didn't kiss her, and I should have" And when I got home ... before I said amen Asking God if he could play it again
I was walking up the front porch steps after everything that day Had gone all wrong and been trampled on And lost and thrown away Got to the hallway, well on my way to my lovin' bed I almost didn't notice all the roses And the note that said...
[Chorus:]
Our song is the slamming screen door, Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window When we're on the phone and you talk real slow Cause it's late and your mama don't know
Our song is the way you laugh The first date "man, I didn't kiss her, and I should have" And when I got home ... before I said amen Asking God if he could play it again
I've heard every album, listened to the radio Waited for something to come along That was as good as our song...
Cause our song is the slamming screen door Sneaking out late, tapping on his window When we're on the phone and he talks real slow Cause it's late and his mama don't know
Our song is the way he laughs The first date "man, I didn't kiss him, and I should have" And when I got home, before I said amen Asking God if he could play it again
I was riding shotgun with my hair undone In the front seat of his car I grabbed a pen and an old napkin And I wrote down our song
