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Tuesday, April 03, 2007

You want to stay with me in the morning
You only hold me when I sleep,
I was meant to tread the water
Now I've gotten in too deep,
For every piece of me that wants you
Another piece backs away

'Cause you give me something
That makes me scared, alright,
This could be nothing
But I'm willing to give it a try,
Please give me something
'Cause someday
I might know my heart

when someone asks you a serious question and your answer is "i don't know", it can mean four things. firstly, you're really confused and you don't know. secondly, you know it but you refuse to admit it. thirdly, knowing it is poison and you rather be oblivious. lastly, the answer would hurt the other party and you pretend not to know.

today is bad. i'm feeling in the dumps. and the biggest reason lies in my discovery that the period of the month is here again. speak of the devil, really. today is one of those days that you wish you could stay in bed and never wake up until whatever dreariness you're feeling fades away and then you begin to awaken.

that aside, i sometimes feel like i'm being scrutinised like a caged bird. i don't know, but the way i'm being looked at sometimes just makes me feel smaller than usual. it's so easy for people to look on and judge, but they never see and never know the things that go through my mind and soul. ahhh, it's the norm isn't it, for people to pick on the bad and forget the good?

i think zachy (pris' dog) is really really really loveable, like I LOVE YOU ZACHYYY! sigh, so nice to wake up to sloppy wet kisses from a loving white westie. =D

i'm tired tired tired tired tired.
-cheryl
11:41 PM





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