"Whistle while you work..."
Maybe, I'm just not good enough for you,
And maybe, I just don't wanna be like you.
And maybe I just don't wanna know
How low you're ready to go,
I'm not gonna change, you can't make me, WHOA!
Lalala. Bored. I'm SO not motivated to study. I'm SO happy. But I'm pissed off. I'm so loved. But I'm so hated. Life is just one huge freakin' laugh. *chuckles* Some people like to act brave. Some people like to act the victim. Some people don't give a shit. Some people find ways every day to bring themselves down just so others can make them feel good. *cough masochists* Some people like to bring those people up and inflate their egos 'cause it makes them feel better about themselves by doing something nice. Some people have issues. Some people don't. Some people make mistakes. Wait, no, EVERYONE makes mistakes. No one anywhere, EVER, has the right to judge anyone else, EVER. It makes me so sick inside to think that some people have the right to point fingers at other people and judge them, while coming off as holier-than-thou. Puritanism. It made me so sick. So sick, infact, that I nearly had an acute paroxysm earlier today. Then it dawned on me: Only God can and will judge you. Screw what everyone else thinks!
Tell me, does it feel good to be like you
And tell me, why should I waste my time with you?
Cuz maybe you always bring me down
And I'm sick of being pushed around
I'm not gonna change, you can't make me, WHOA!
So that's the bad stuff over. Nothing can and will get me down. There is only one thing getting me up in the mornings, keeping me going, holding a candle in the tunnel for me, making their way hand in hand with me while we walk it. And I can't wait to be out of that tunnel! It'll take me a month, but I'll be out, and I'll be gone. Every journey of a thousand miles starts with a single step. And when school is finally over, I'll be rejoicing til friggin' kingdom come. Then I can rid myself of victims and bullies, and just meet other people. It'd be nice if people stayed in touch, but if they didn't, it wouldn't be something I'd lose sleep over. There is only my one person who holds the candle who'll stay. And that's all I we need. Each other. People can say what they want, but in the end, they're just stupid, cynical, critical and it'll all just be words to us.
My advice for the day: Keep your face to the sunshine and you cannot see the shadows. Great tranquility of heart is his who cares for neither praise nor blame. MARK MY WORDS!
Here's something:
Dear God,
Please, for once, could
you make my mother truly
happy?
Thanks,
Kate.
To Jon-Erik,
Thanks for organising
that thing last night!
And thanks for being my
friend since the first
day of Middle School!
Friends always,
K8
To Loneliness,
Piss off!
Hate,
Kate.
Dear Jessica,
Thanks for always laughing
with me at the stupidest
things.
Love,
Kate.
Dad,
Right now I'm
extremely pissed
off that you refuse to
pay for me to go to
university.
Your daughter,
Kate.
Dear Mommy,
Have a great night tonight.
Get home safely.
Love you always,
Katy.
To Anyone-Who-Pisses-Me-Off
FUCK YOU!
Hate,
Kate.
Dear Dieter,
Thanks for knowing exactly
how to make me happy! I miss you.
Love, hugs and kisses always,
Kate!
I'm sick of being alone, when are you coming home?
Just a glimpse of your face.
I can remember smelling your hair, I'll meet you anywhere,
Somewhere that no one can retrace
Somewhere where nobody will know our faces.
All in all, I'm feeling rather delightful. *bounces*
Katy.
And maybe, I just don't wanna be like you.
And maybe I just don't wanna know
How low you're ready to go,
I'm not gonna change, you can't make me, WHOA!
Lalala. Bored. I'm SO not motivated to study. I'm SO happy. But I'm pissed off. I'm so loved. But I'm so hated. Life is just one huge freakin' laugh. *chuckles* Some people like to act brave. Some people like to act the victim. Some people don't give a shit. Some people find ways every day to bring themselves down just so others can make them feel good. *cough masochists* Some people like to bring those people up and inflate their egos 'cause it makes them feel better about themselves by doing something nice. Some people have issues. Some people don't. Some people make mistakes. Wait, no, EVERYONE makes mistakes. No one anywhere, EVER, has the right to judge anyone else, EVER. It makes me so sick inside to think that some people have the right to point fingers at other people and judge them, while coming off as holier-than-thou. Puritanism. It made me so sick. So sick, infact, that I nearly had an acute paroxysm earlier today. Then it dawned on me: Only God can and will judge you. Screw what everyone else thinks!
Tell me, does it feel good to be like you
And tell me, why should I waste my time with you?
Cuz maybe you always bring me down
And I'm sick of being pushed around
I'm not gonna change, you can't make me, WHOA!
So that's the bad stuff over. Nothing can and will get me down. There is only one thing getting me up in the mornings, keeping me going, holding a candle in the tunnel for me, making their way hand in hand with me while we walk it. And I can't wait to be out of that tunnel! It'll take me a month, but I'll be out, and I'll be gone. Every journey of a thousand miles starts with a single step. And when school is finally over, I'll be rejoicing til friggin' kingdom come. Then I can rid myself of victims and bullies, and just meet other people. It'd be nice if people stayed in touch, but if they didn't, it wouldn't be something I'd lose sleep over. There is only my one person who holds the candle who'll stay. And that's all I we need. Each other. People can say what they want, but in the end, they're just stupid, cynical, critical and it'll all just be words to us.
My advice for the day: Keep your face to the sunshine and you cannot see the shadows. Great tranquility of heart is his who cares for neither praise nor blame. MARK MY WORDS!
Here's something:
Dear God,
Please, for once, could
you make my mother truly
happy?
Thanks,
Kate.
To Jon-Erik,
Thanks for organising
that thing last night!
And thanks for being my
friend since the first
day of Middle School!
Friends always,
K8
To Loneliness,
Piss off!
Hate,
Kate.
Dear Jessica,
Thanks for always laughing
with me at the stupidest
things.
Love,
Kate.
Dad,
Right now I'm
extremely pissed
off that you refuse to
pay for me to go to
university.
Your daughter,
Kate.
Dear Mommy,
Have a great night tonight.
Get home safely.
Love you always,
Katy.
To Anyone-Who-Pisses-Me-Off
FUCK YOU!
Hate,
Kate.
Dear Dieter,
Thanks for knowing exactly
how to make me happy! I miss you.
Love, hugs and kisses always,
Kate!
I'm sick of being alone, when are you coming home?
Just a glimpse of your face.
I can remember smelling your hair, I'll meet you anywhere,
Somewhere that no one can retrace
Somewhere where nobody will know our faces.
All in all, I'm feeling rather delightful. *bounces*
Katy.