tell it to me straight why don't you
The little child whispered, "Goddess speak to me."
And a meadowlark sang.
But the child did not hear.
So the child yelled, "Goddess speak to me!"
And the thunder rolled across the sky.
The little child looked around and and said, "Goddess let me see you."
And a star shone brightly.
But the child did not notice.
And the child shouted, "Goddess show me a miracle!"
And a baby was born.
But the child did not know.
So the child cried out in despair, "Touch me Goddess, and let me know you are here!"
Whereupon the Goddess reached down and touched the child.
But the child brushed the butterfly away and walked away unknowingly.
People who hate never get a second chance. But love never gives you a first.
I might talk to Therese tomorrow. That would be good.
I hate very few people more than him, and few I hate for as little a reason as I hate him.
I really wish he wasn't my friend. I never want to ever see him again. And I'll bet you five bucks that I'm going to hang out with him atleast two days after school next week. Probably more, and considering I have lunch with him on one day (thank god for block scheduling) I'll see him plemty this week. He doesn't even know I hate him, he thinks I'm one of his best friends.
I honestly, with all the feelings of helpless rage and frustration, hate him.
Because he likes me.
And a meadowlark sang.
But the child did not hear.
So the child yelled, "Goddess speak to me!"
And the thunder rolled across the sky.
The little child looked around and and said, "Goddess let me see you."
And a star shone brightly.
But the child did not notice.
And the child shouted, "Goddess show me a miracle!"
And a baby was born.
But the child did not know.
So the child cried out in despair, "Touch me Goddess, and let me know you are here!"
Whereupon the Goddess reached down and touched the child.
But the child brushed the butterfly away and walked away unknowingly.
People who hate never get a second chance. But love never gives you a first.
I might talk to Therese tomorrow. That would be good.
I hate very few people more than him, and few I hate for as little a reason as I hate him.
I really wish he wasn't my friend. I never want to ever see him again. And I'll bet you five bucks that I'm going to hang out with him atleast two days after school next week. Probably more, and considering I have lunch with him on one day (thank god for block scheduling) I'll see him plemty this week. He doesn't even know I hate him, he thinks I'm one of his best friends.
I honestly, with all the feelings of helpless rage and frustration, hate him.
Because he likes me.