Maybe I see you.

Maybe you'd see me, too. If only you would look.

I don't want to say anything because you mean well, but dammit, I want to say everything because I don't know what else to do, how else to smile ( Read more... )

If I whisper cry hide say nothing's wrong, will you believe me?

even when I don't say; even when I tell others I'm not sure; even when I'm vague (so vague that I'm not sure what the hell it is I'm doing) and I forget why I made that decision at all; even when I stop talking to you because I'm too stupid to get over myself. Do you believe me?I'm not sure you should - I certainly haven't given you enough reason ( Read more... )

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We went to Diamond Head earlier today. (T'was about 3 pm here, 9 am back home.) For some reason we thought that we could drive up to the top of the volcano, or somewhere near it at least, so we wore slippers and bathing suits. Which means I hiked up 700 or so feet of mostly unpaved trail in a suit, a dress, and thin-soled flip flops ( Read more... )

Take me far, far away from here. Please?

Soccer drains my energy and make my legs hurt. Physics and math drain my thinking capabilities and make me feel incredibly slow. Somehow, seeing...that just drains me ( Read more... )

I'm at Mommy's office because she is still working ang I'm keeping her company. Whee ( Read more... )

I pine. *break*

Thinking about it bothers me so much I cannot even finish a proper Minesweeper game.

Dammit.

Strangely, I can still find it in me to be content with this situation. Am I wired wrong?

There were just three of 'em. Just three. Bully how they managed to make me sad so easily. It's just...sniff.

Are we still talking about my ( Read more... )

the lesser there is for the children to drink.
- Phoebe, FriendsHappy day. Well. Maybe not, not as happy as it could have been (see: as happy as I was hoping it would be), but it made me smile. A lot ( Read more... )

- we are the sum total of everything we remember.
That sounds so much like Chuck. From (mostly) that, I conclude that I like Kerima Polotan (also how Ms Diaz says her name - haha). But, no, really. This thing of hers that we read in class today was fun. Sad, because of all the death, but fun ( Read more... )