shes lucid.Departed
I tryed posting pics... Didnt work...
I have a PhotoBucket album, and I just copyed and pasted the Second code thingy, the TAG code things into an entry, and when I went to view the entry, I ended up deleting it because nothing came up other then the codes.
I think im going to try and stop listening to music for a little bit? I mean, when I listen to a certain song, it depress's me, and other times certain songs put me up, as if im light as air, and thats not a bad thing, but I dont think I wanna be so emotionally weak, that a song makes me feel good or bad, rather then a good dose of the quran, or something like that-- you know? Its really confusing. I just dont like how emotionally UNbalanced I am.
When people say home, what is their home? College campus, a friends house, or your parents place? I was just thinking about that. And then love.. What do you do when youve only TRULY liked one person your entire life, and no matter how many "gorgeaus"guys you see, you could only actually like this one person, and he makes Brad Pitt, Micheal Bergin, Jude Law, look like an atom of an atom, like, they dont deserve to be called men, because you like him so much, and you think like is much to short a word to describe these feelings, and no matter how old or young, you know he's no mirage, hiding behind your eyes, foolishly, but hes pure truth. I sit here, and think too much, as Leila puts her face on. this is what bordem and listening to The Reason do to me.
I will never like another the way I like him, and its crazy beautiful. My sister claims she wishes Id never seen him, but-- Is that really fair? She says it would give me peace of mind. I say, id never really know what it is to feel like this, till I stumbled on some crush, but this is more then a crush, its a thing of 5 and a half years. Im not saying time proves its alot, but all thats happened in that time, the words, the tears, the laughter, the hearts.
Were in a corn feild(haha,how corny..NOT.) my brother laughs, as I try and talk to him, while sitting awaiting our weekly lunch after friday prayer at Tiger Bakery. I just think.
Its so wrong, that it couldnt feel more right.
and its more then a feeling. its a knowing.
ok, my rambling for the weeks in here:). someone help with the pics please:)
I have a PhotoBucket album, and I just copyed and pasted the Second code thingy, the TAG code things into an entry, and when I went to view the entry, I ended up deleting it because nothing came up other then the codes.
I think im going to try and stop listening to music for a little bit? I mean, when I listen to a certain song, it depress's me, and other times certain songs put me up, as if im light as air, and thats not a bad thing, but I dont think I wanna be so emotionally weak, that a song makes me feel good or bad, rather then a good dose of the quran, or something like that-- you know? Its really confusing. I just dont like how emotionally UNbalanced I am.
When people say home, what is their home? College campus, a friends house, or your parents place? I was just thinking about that. And then love.. What do you do when youve only TRULY liked one person your entire life, and no matter how many "gorgeaus"guys you see, you could only actually like this one person, and he makes Brad Pitt, Micheal Bergin, Jude Law, look like an atom of an atom, like, they dont deserve to be called men, because you like him so much, and you think like is much to short a word to describe these feelings, and no matter how old or young, you know he's no mirage, hiding behind your eyes, foolishly, but hes pure truth. I sit here, and think too much, as Leila puts her face on. this is what bordem and listening to The Reason do to me.
I will never like another the way I like him, and its crazy beautiful. My sister claims she wishes Id never seen him, but-- Is that really fair? She says it would give me peace of mind. I say, id never really know what it is to feel like this, till I stumbled on some crush, but this is more then a crush, its a thing of 5 and a half years. Im not saying time proves its alot, but all thats happened in that time, the words, the tears, the laughter, the hearts.
Were in a corn feild(haha,how corny..NOT.) my brother laughs, as I try and talk to him, while sitting awaiting our weekly lunch after friday prayer at Tiger Bakery. I just think.
Its so wrong, that it couldnt feel more right.
and its more then a feeling. its a knowing.
ok, my rambling for the weeks in here:). someone help with the pics please:)