You never really see yourself for who you really are until you sit and listen to the rhythm of your sobbing and experience the feeling of how low your heart hangs.
When I'm alone I tear myself down.
But now, I don't have the intention to do so.
People read my blog post yesterday.
But now I've deleted that long, worthless chunk of words.
Somehow they just wanna know the story.
I explain over and over, but there's always the other side of it, isn't there?
And it's her mouth, not mine.
I'm so tired of trying to defend myself. Ha but what's there to defend- I don't even want the victory.
This cold war is futile.
It's just gonna drag and drag until someone gives in.
My apologies, maybe a 'sorry' was said but I just responded sarcastically.
I watch you. Oh how sorry you act now, dearie.
Do you even know what I was trying to tell you?
THAT WHEN PEOPLE HAVE TOUCHY SUBJECTS, YOU DON'T EFFING MESS WITH THAT.
THAT'S EQUIVALENT TO MESSING WITH THEIR PRIDE AND DIGNITY.
RESPECT MAN, R-E-S-P-E-C-T.
YEAH AND I HOPE THIS WORD SCREAMS IN YOUR MIND. (like Cara says:)
There's gonna be blood smeared all over your face, all over your face.
After school I broke down for awhile.
I wasn't feeling too well either, but I still went for Art remedial and sacrificed my POA book check.
We crashed Nicole's house after remedial.
I had a hard time on the bus, from school all the way to KAP.
But you guys were all there for me, especially Michelle and Nicole.
Thanks.
Well I guess I was putting pressure on everything?
Because the matter's giving me so many worries.
But right now, I really don't wanna bother about it.
Ice cream with Angel at Island Creamery.
I've missed her so much.
5 days seems like forever.
XOXO
26.2.08
