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Friday, March 23, 2007

Things have been getting kind of heavy these days
Trying to figure out what road to take
There’s many decisions to be made
And the only time I feel okay
Is when I’m in your arms
Dana baby girl you’ve got me
missing you all day long
From the second I wake up
to the second my day is done
With every breath I take in
I'll swear on every inch of my lungs
I’m with you

it's one of those days when nothing seems to bring back a smile. it's just one of those days. i hate myself sometimes for being who i am. i know i shouldn't. i know there's nothing wrong with me. you know sometimes being a mean person helps others more than a nice person can? yeah, it really does. i'm torn. i don't know what to be. nice or mean. mean or nice. whatever. it does not really matter. or does it?

i found this on a stranger's blog:

Devotion is when you’re with someone despite not always getting along
Because a bond that strong will is hard to break

Devotion is when you have committed the worst to them
Yet they forgive, accept, and both are best of friends again in time

Devotion is when you know they don’t bring out the best in you
Yet you still succumb with denial

Devotion is when you see someone like an indulgant habit
Pushing away the guilt that plagues

Devotion is waiting all year to see that person
And for that short time they return each year,
Spending every day with them in ecstacy

Devotion is like a magnet
Drawing two together
It’s not always good
Though at times,
its the best

the first smile of the day sort of crept up onto my face. =D

yesterday somebody said some words that heightened every emotion in my heart. i feel as though an invisible hand was holding my heart and it suddenly squeezed hard. somehow the emotions didn't fall out, they stayed and that moment seemed to have lasted a long time before it passed. deja vu. i remember those same words used before and all the hopes i used to have pinned on those things i used to believe in. and today i want to believe and i'm trying to believe but sometimes it's just so hard. after all the failures one have gone through, it just gets harder. but nothing's ever easy and i'm willing to give it my best shot or maybe more than one best shot. yeah, maybe. (:

and because of you
i'd choose water over wine
hold the wheel and drive
yet i'd still feel like i've had
the best of every life

it's sickening how people don't believe the words you say. and they take your words out of context and abuse them all. it's amusing to watch sometimes, wondering what's going through the minds of others when they stare in disbelief at your words but pretend to take it all in and accept them. why put up such a false front? you know people observe and people can tell. and of all the people in this world, i happen to be very observant and intuitive.

i miss a certain someone very much suddenly and the thought of her smile infiltrates my mind and suddenly everything just seems a little brighter. you light up my life. (: i wish i could somehow be of some help in everything that is to be done but i guess there are many things in life that we gotta face on our own. the moral support is always strong, look behind, i'm always one step away. just one small step. (:

and you know i'd travel ten hours
to see you for just one.

-cheryl
11:28 AM





Cheryl

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