Whoo. LiveJournalness. :P
Yesh, well, this is my second LJ. Though, unfortunately, I lost the password to my first account. Hmm. My friend, Caitie joined, and now investigating back into LJ, I find its easier and more creative than Xanga and MySpace. Which I both have, also :P My layout is roughly based on my favorite book, 'the perks of being a wallflower', by Stephen Chbosky. My day was alright. Went on a field trip to a radio station, which was majorly boring. Though I got to record my voice on to their radio-recording thingy. :\ We had a lunch at the Met. Park. Threw food at birds and played on the little kid equipment. We also sang, 'Lift Ev'ry Voice and Sing'. If you put me in a group of singers, I sound better XD I don't know what I am going to do this weekend. Caitie and I might go to the mall with the guys on Sunday. But yeah, that isn't a for sure thing, yet. Got interveiwed with Publix today for a job. It went well. They said they would call be back Wenseday with the answer if I get to work there or not. Hm. Can't wait. ... -cough-
Well, talk to you later <3
-Later-
I just realized how alone I can feel at times. How I can be completely abandoned in moments. Or well, I feel replaced in seconds. O'course, she needs help. But what about the one you left unnourished? Are you to let one starve while you tend another? Why can't you learn to stitch both wounds at once? Surely, that wound you now care for on the other is just a mere scab by now? What about me; the festering? I know it may seem like I am strong all the time, sure to smile at the right moments, and the laugh at the most random statements. But what about the eternal bleeding you seem to overlook? Where the hell did you get your medical degree? Where? Because I feel these wounds need the medicine before it is too late...
This time, actually do something about it...
Well, talk to you later <3
-Later-
I just realized how alone I can feel at times. How I can be completely abandoned in moments. Or well, I feel replaced in seconds. O'course, she needs help. But what about the one you left unnourished? Are you to let one starve while you tend another? Why can't you learn to stitch both wounds at once? Surely, that wound you now care for on the other is just a mere scab by now? What about me; the festering? I know it may seem like I am strong all the time, sure to smile at the right moments, and the laugh at the most random statements. But what about the eternal bleeding you seem to overlook? Where the hell did you get your medical degree? Where? Because I feel these wounds need the medicine before it is too late...
This time, actually do something about it...