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Share my life
Take me for what I am
Cuz I'll never change
All my colors for you
Take my love
I'll never ask for too much
Just all that you are
And everything that you do
I don't really need to look
Very much farther
I don't wanna go
Where you don't follow
I don't hold it back again
This passion inside
Can't run from myself
There's nowhere to hide
Chorus:
Don't make me close one more door
I don't wanna hurt anymore
Stay in my arms if you dare
Must I imagine you there?
Don't walk away from me
I Have Nothing
Nothing
Nothing, if i don't have you (you-oo, you-oo, you)
You see through
Right to the heart of me
You break down my walls
With the strength of your love (mm..)
I never knew
Love like I known it's with you
Will the memories survive?
One I can hold on to
I don't really need to look
Very much farther
I don't wanna go
Where you don't follow
I don't hold it back again
This passion inside
Can't run from myself
There's nowhere to hide
You're the love I remember forever
Repeat Chorus (2X)
Don't walk away from me
Don't walk away from me
Don't you dare walk away from me
I have nothing
Nothing
Nothing, if I don't have you
You, if I don't have you
"I Have Nothing"
-Whitney Houston
Oh Whitney, your voice amazes me. Why'd you have to go and get into whatever it is you got yourself into? You don't even have to try it seems. You just sing. And amaze millions. The thing with artists that kind of fall from peoples good graces because of what they've done in their personal life, is that no one can deny their artistic ability. Accusations and rumors follow Michael Jackson and his eye for little boys, but no one can doubt that the man can sing. Whitney may be snorting or smoking something, who really knows! But everyone with good ears can't doubt that she has some amazing pipes worked into her system.
Yes, I am in a dry sarcasm mood. Deal with it... and blame Mel.
So, lets see, what's going on in my life?
School. 15 units once again this semester.
-Media and women
-Media and society
-Organizational Communication
-The Writing of Fiction
-Theory and Processes of Personal Integration (or something like that...)
And they are all to some degree interesting. GASP. School being interesting?! Yes, it happens. I guess with age, and getting out of GEs and on to classes for your desired major.
Currently a lot of my focus is going toward my fiction writing class. By the end of it I am required to have 35 pages of a novel completed. Word pages. Not paperback pages. I'm hopeful. If you would like to know more message or comment. I have old work too if you would like to have a gander. I'm just not posting it on her for copyright and all. But I am always looking for readers and commentary and criticism, let me know.
Other aspects of life.... of course, love.
I started writing this particular entry to focus a lot on that, because I had a mini revelation. I have since forgotten the mini revelation as well as the desire to focus and write. Hm. Lives funny in that way. The bottom line is: you know how I feel. How many times can I iterate things before they become redundant? I don't plan on finding out. In the end, you're still you're own person and you need to make your own decisions. Just keep in mind that sometimes your personal decisions, effect the both of us.
In my counseling class (the theory and process one) today I learned that a way to make people think differently is by simply asking them to consider the effects of their thoughts and actions. We're focusing on social constructionism, basically, thinking outside the box. I love that. That class is also a favorite.
Okay, I finished up chapter 1 of my novel. It sounds all impressing, its really not, its only half a page without double spacing. My novel, my length. If you don't like it forward e-mails to my editor. (The nonexistent one. <- For people who may think I actually have one. I wish!).
Anyways, I should write some more there. Although, it is taking a lot of me. Writing this is really one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. Partially because I feel like I am investing so much of myself, not just my time, but my life, my story, into this. It's scary.... I'm scared of what I may reveal. I'm scared of what people will think.
But, life is about taking chances right? I guess I just have to wait to see what happens...
I'll keep you informed.