If heaven and hell decide
That they both are satisfied,
Illuminate the 'no's on their 'vacancy' signs
If there's no one beside you when your soul embarks,
Then I'll follow you into the dark.
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So what if you can see the darker side of me?
Hedonist, headbanger, heathen.
Sapphic, self-sustainable, smart (enough).
Musical, melancholic, me.
Twisted, tempremental,tame.
Determined, decided, disjointed.
Fast, fierce, free.
That's me in a nutshell, if I could fit into one anyway.
Who can tell me what love is?
I wish you could.
Hedonist, headbanger, heathen.
Sapphic, self-sustainable, smart (enough).
Musical, melancholic, me.
Twisted, tempremental,
Determined, decided, disjointed.
Fast, fierce, free.
That's me in a nutshell, if I could fit into one anyway.
Who can tell me what love is?
I wish you could.
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"Damned if I know."
"You still such a bitch?"
"Heck yes."
"To everyone?"
"No, just to people I can't stand."
came home today to an unpleasant surprise.
because my mom's been scouring for a job, and guess who wants to try and help her get one?
that's right. Ex number i-don't-know-what.
he was actually on our sofa, drinking from my brother's cup, and watching something on the TV. i think it was MTV. HE WAS WATCHING MTV IN MY HOUSE.
and then my mom, very casually, went,"Oh, honey, Judy's helping me send in my CV, so you and Benji can go upstairs and study, or you could go play badminton or whatever you like. They brought over ice cream, too."
i really lost it. i smiled strangledly at Judy, and muttered a quick,"Okay, up," to a boy I once swore i'd never speak to again as long as we both were alive. and then we went upstairs and what ensued was a long and pretty laborious conversation about 'whatever problems we might have had in the past'.
and i realised, in between flashes of 'factors affecting food production' and 'tropical monsoon forests', that some things never change. at all. for example, i asked him about V, and he goes,"Oh, that whoring bxtch." which is essentially what he told the whole world about me everytime we broke up.
i guess i just left that part of my life - as much as i can - for good. sure, me and Val are still pretty tight, but you know other than that... it never occurred to me to go back. idk. i guess when i leave that past, i try to leave it for good...
... somehow though, it always comes back.
anyway, to conclude the fretful story, they left and i pretended i was fine with them possibly coming again. which i guess i can tolerate, but.
they better bring some damn good ice cream.
HAPPY CINQO DE MAYO.
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8:26 PM, Monday, May 5, 2008
"So, why did your mom call me over?""Damned if I know."
"You still such a bitch?"
"Heck yes."
"To everyone?"
"No, just to people I can't stand."
came home today to an unpleasant surprise.
because my mom's been scouring for a job, and guess who wants to try and help her get one?
that's right. Ex number i-don't-know-what.
he was actually on our sofa, drinking from my brother's cup, and watching something on the TV. i think it was MTV. HE WAS WATCHING MTV IN MY HOUSE.
and then my mom, very casually, went,"Oh, honey, Judy's helping me send in my CV, so you and Benji can go upstairs and study, or you could go play badminton or whatever you like. They brought over ice cream, too."
i really lost it. i smiled strangledly at Judy, and muttered a quick,"Okay, up," to a boy I once swore i'd never speak to again as long as we both were alive. and then we went upstairs and what ensued was a long and pretty laborious conversation about 'whatever problems we might have had in the past'.
and i realised, in between flashes of 'factors affecting food production' and 'tropical monsoon forests', that some things never change. at all. for example, i asked him about V, and he goes,"Oh, that whoring bxtch." which is essentially what he told the whole world about me everytime we broke up.
i guess i just left that part of my life - as much as i can - for good. sure, me and Val are still pretty tight, but you know other than that... it never occurred to me to go back. idk. i guess when i leave that past, i try to leave it for good...
... somehow though, it always comes back.
anyway, to conclude the fretful story, they left and i pretended i was fine with them possibly coming again. which i guess i can tolerate, but.
they better bring some damn good ice cream.
HAPPY CINQO DE MAYO.