woot...
Damn it's hard to type with cold fingers.
So I took the shuttle to Pioneer after school (because we think my foot might be, like, broken or something). I waited around until seventh hour ended and got to talk to Michael.
I asked about Mormonism, and we had a fairly long conversation (definitely more than half an hour, probably less than 45 minutes). Eventually he suggested that I actually come to a meeting - although I totally forgot to ask where or when. *facepalm* Also I got a ride home from him (not hard, since I live about 7 or 8 minutes' drive from Pioneer, maybe less). *dances* Although he did say to not make a habit of it, since he can only get away with staying to talk to someone after school and then giving them a ride to their house only very occasionally. :P Therefore I shouldn't go to Pioneer after school again without my bike or a known-to-be-whole foot. At least, not for another few or several months.
Truly, he's far more patient with me than he has to be, which makes me happy. :)
It's hard to feel pain when you're near;
Beauty acts as a wall against grief.
It's easy to feel pain when I'm away,
With nothing to reassure me
That perhaps you truly do like me, a little bit.
If you were to ask what I wanted from you
And might actually get,
I would say this:
That I want reassurance, to know
I'm doing something right.
Can you teach me to believe?
No.
Perhaps it is not something that can be taught;
Yea or nay, you are surely forgiven.
Always.
Ask me, and ye shall receive;
Thy wish is my command.
Not that you ever ask me to do anything.
Nobody ever does
Whom I would willingly obey.
You know, or not,
That I love you, and care for you,
And would not see you hurt,
Even if I am the one
Causing it.
Always when talking to you,
Something you say or do,
Some expression on your face,
Will, without fail,
Make me think
I've messed up, somehow.
Then I ask "What's wrong?"
And you say "Nothing."
And look at me again
Like I've done bad.
It makes me feel horrible.
I want to apologise.
But I can't,
Since nobody knows what's wrong,
Especially not me.
... How the hell can I feel emo whilst listening to Dragonforce? I mean, honestly. It's ridiculous.
So I took the shuttle to Pioneer after school (because we think my foot might be, like, broken or something). I waited around until seventh hour ended and got to talk to Michael.
I asked about Mormonism, and we had a fairly long conversation (definitely more than half an hour, probably less than 45 minutes). Eventually he suggested that I actually come to a meeting - although I totally forgot to ask where or when. *facepalm* Also I got a ride home from him (not hard, since I live about 7 or 8 minutes' drive from Pioneer, maybe less). *dances* Although he did say to not make a habit of it, since he can only get away with staying to talk to someone after school and then giving them a ride to their house only very occasionally. :P Therefore I shouldn't go to Pioneer after school again without my bike or a known-to-be-whole foot. At least, not for another few or several months.
Truly, he's far more patient with me than he has to be, which makes me happy. :)
It's hard to feel pain when you're near;
Beauty acts as a wall against grief.
It's easy to feel pain when I'm away,
With nothing to reassure me
That perhaps you truly do like me, a little bit.
If you were to ask what I wanted from you
And might actually get,
I would say this:
That I want reassurance, to know
I'm doing something right.
Can you teach me to believe?
No.
Perhaps it is not something that can be taught;
Yea or nay, you are surely forgiven.
Always.
Ask me, and ye shall receive;
Thy wish is my command.
Not that you ever ask me to do anything.
Nobody ever does
Whom I would willingly obey.
You know, or not,
That I love you, and care for you,
And would not see you hurt,
Even if I am the one
Causing it.
Always when talking to you,
Something you say or do,
Some expression on your face,
Will, without fail,
Make me think
I've messed up, somehow.
Then I ask "What's wrong?"
And you say "Nothing."
And look at me again
Like I've done bad.
It makes me feel horrible.
I want to apologise.
But I can't,
Since nobody knows what's wrong,
Especially not me.
... How the hell can I feel emo whilst listening to Dragonforce? I mean, honestly. It's ridiculous.