Saturday, March 13, 2004

Wat do u do when u read something that tugs at your heart? What do u do when you feel something's wrong? When u think you know wat the person is feelin but u cant do anything to help... well u try but when u think you know wats goin on they pull away, ditch u in the middle of nowhere. You donno whether u shld get pissed or feel for the person cause you have no right to in the first place cause one you may be just a stranger to em' and two they have every right to do whatever they think is rite for em' to do even tho it may be frowned upon....
It really doesnt take a lot to care, to be there for a person but when your offer is rejected, is being ignored it basically hurts. Well its just me i suppose. The world works funnie sometimes. When you think you're alone there will always be someone there who'll be there behind you only sometimes we're just plain blind and when you realize there's someone there you just refuse to believe it...

Condolence...
wat does it actually mean?
sympathy?
why offer it?
Its been years
3 years to a decade
i dont need tat anymore
never needed it
never found the use of it
i had enuff of it reallly
as a good gesture it may be
i wished u had never said it
it all comes down to the same category
pity
i distate it
i simply hate it
i seriously had enough of it to last me a lifetime
just so u know
watever symphaty u may feel on my part
just keep it

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3/13/2004 01:45:00 AM
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.The Writer.

I love standing in the rain, letting the feel of raindrops caress feverish skin, letting it wash away my thoughts, worries and pain. I love the feel of sand between my toes, the cool wind whispering in my ear, the soothing sound of the sea, the warmth of a hug. I love anything vintage, historical, mysterious and magical. I like to laugh, I like freedom and happiness, I like the idea of romance, being swept off my feet and happy endings. I currently have no idea where i'm going but i know i'll get where i'm suppose to be in due time. I want things i cant have, I dream of things that can never be but i'm too afraid to leave the things i'm familiar with even when i know i'm adaptable to change. I can be the person you love or hate, like or loath, admire or envy. I am not perfect,
I am just me.