I watched two movies this morning, Ella Enchanted and Girl with a Pearl Earring. Funny part is that they both made me realize something, both the same, although both movies completely different. It was nice when I realized it. After, I went to talk on AIM and I started thinking again. Everything that I came up with - flew away. I'm back to how I was before. I still have the thoughts, except I'm not listening to them. They're just blank text sitting inside a dusty, old journal in my head.
I don't know what I was typing anymore.
I'm tired. In more ways than one. I have a lot of stuff in my head, and I don't want to tell anyone. I want to speak, but no one would here me.
Remember: If you ever need anything, I'm here for you =)
♥'s I have to go now, I'll write again - eventually.
I got this poem from
__quotexwhore posted by
suicide_charms hope you like =)
The perfect man is gentle
Never cruel or mean
He has a beautiful smile
And keeps his face so clean.
The perfect man likes children
And will raise them by your side.
He will be a good father
As well as a good husband to his bride
The perfect man loves cooking
Cleaning and vacuuming too.
He'll do anything in his power
To show his love to you.
The perfect man is sweet,
Writing poetry from your name.
He's a best friend to your mother
And kisses away your pain.
He has never made you cry
Or hurt you in any way.
Oh, "to hell with this stupid poem,"
"Cause the perfect man is gay!"