Words
Don't start.. it will become a habit.
Its funny and I like how when i read back my past reflective journal entries, that i am pretty much the same ol' Xueping inside. Then and Now. No matter how the world changes..
I like typing on notepads. Sometimes i choose to broadcast. Most of the time though id like to keep to myself bcos some things are better left unsaid. Feelings hidden. Words unspoken. Nothing happen.
Today was very unpleasant. I cried and cried a Mississippi river till i got face spasms from doing so i don't rem when's the last time i sobbed this hard. Popo saw my face covered in tears. Instead of comforting me (or i expected a motherly sympathetic look), she ticked me off. What?! *Cries more* I'm so sheltered in my church community with lovely bros and sis who always see the good in me, find smth nice to say and nv fails to encourage me when things go awry. That perhaps i can say to the quarterofacenturyold me again, Welcome to Real ugly World yo.
How can words be so hurting. And you think you'd grow out of it once u hit adulthood and start making ur own money. I guess i'm still a teen, forever a baby. Sensitive and frail. Croons to mom's fave song - Oh i am nobody's child - u hit right there mommy.
Stick and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me. Truly?
Dave Barnes
Sticks And Stones lyrics
You would have kept those words on your tongue,
If you had known the hurt they had done.
While your fists stay by, right by your side,
Your words they bruise me deep inside.
I'd rather have sticks and stones and broken bones
than the words you say to me,
Cause i know bruises heal and cuts will seal
but your words beat the life from me.
Sometimes your words are thick as lead,
You swing them strong upside my head.
But what hasn't killed has made me strong,
So i'll take my scars and move along.
Goodbye is the best way that I know,
To forgive and still be letting go.
Its funny and I like how when i read back my past reflective journal entries, that i am pretty much the same ol' Xueping inside. Then and Now. No matter how the world changes..
I like typing on notepads. Sometimes i choose to broadcast. Most of the time though id like to keep to myself bcos some things are better left unsaid. Feelings hidden. Words unspoken. Nothing happen.
Today was very unpleasant. I cried and cried a Mississippi river till i got face spasms from doing so i don't rem when's the last time i sobbed this hard. Popo saw my face covered in tears. Instead of comforting me (or i expected a motherly sympathetic look), she ticked me off. What?! *Cries more* I'm so sheltered in my church community with lovely bros and sis who always see the good in me, find smth nice to say and nv fails to encourage me when things go awry. That perhaps i can say to the quarterofacenturyold me again, Welcome to Real ugly World yo.
How can words be so hurting. And you think you'd grow out of it once u hit adulthood and start making ur own money. I guess i'm still a teen, forever a baby. Sensitive and frail. Croons to mom's fave song - Oh i am nobody's child - u hit right there mommy.
Stick and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me. Truly?
Dave Barnes
Sticks And Stones lyrics
You would have kept those words on your tongue,
If you had known the hurt they had done.
While your fists stay by, right by your side,
Your words they bruise me deep inside.
I'd rather have sticks and stones and broken bones
than the words you say to me,
Cause i know bruises heal and cuts will seal
but your words beat the life from me.
Sometimes your words are thick as lead,
You swing them strong upside my head.
But what hasn't killed has made me strong,
So i'll take my scars and move along.
Goodbye is the best way that I know,
To forgive and still be letting go.