2 years wasting time on you,all i gotta say is thanks :D

Never, saw it coming
All of, your backstabbing
Just so, you could cash in
On a good thing before I realized your game
I heard, you're going around
Playing, the victim now
But don't, even begin
Feeling I'm the one to blame
Cause you dug your own grave

After all of the fights and the lies
Yes you wanted to harm me
but that won't work anymore

Uh, no more, oh no, it's over
'Cause if it wasn't for all of your torture
I wouldn't know how to be this way now, and never back down
So I wanna say thank you

hello again :)

its been a while.

life has been crazy for the past 6 months.

too crazy maybe.

no regrets.

just when i asked for a mediocre life,god has to give me extra ordinary.

not really that i blame god for it.

still,no regrets.

full of emotions and knowledge.thats how i can summarize the past 6 months of my life.

knowledge.. *sigh*

i have yet to conclude that not everything you learn in life is good.nor every knowledge that you have is not deeply corrupted either.

and emotions..

hmm :)

i found love :)

and will probably lose it.
but like i said,

no regrets :)

:)

One Art
by Elizabeth Bishop

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.


--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

pretty words

Home and away
Life goes on the same, you bury the pain
And hold on to love
Heal the song, sing along
But what does it change?

Oh, this life is so confusing
Feels like I'm always losing

Come in of knowing everything
But don't say a word, till they teach you the way
Words are found too close to the edge
That we don't dare sing

This will turn into something else, something else
And when it does, I'll be somewhere else, somewhere else
Where else?

And you said I should be myself
Despite all the wrong, dragging you back
Forgive and then forgone and on and on and on

But this life is so confusing
Feels like I'm always losing

And this'll turn into something else, something else
But when it does, I'll be somewhere else, somewhere else
Where else?

these thingies we call MEN

i dont get it.

i dont get how the male brain works.ive been told that i have THAT kind of brain.

at first i thought that was a compliment.now i realize its more of an insult.

seriously.

why cant they all function normally and not so dramatically?

WHY?

why does everything have to be a goddamn drama?

AND QUIT CRYING GODDEMMIT

food of the day

I, Being Born a Woman and Distressed

I, being born a woman and distressed
By all the needs and notions of my kind,
Am urged by your propinquity to find
Your person fair, and feel a certain zest
To bear your body's weight upon my breast:
So subtly is the fume of life designed,
To clarify the pulse and cloud the mind,
And leave me once again undone, possessed.
Think not for this, however, the poor treason
Of my stout blood against my staggering brain,
I shall remember you with love, or season
My scorn wtih pity, -- let me make it plain:
I find this frenzy insufficient reason
For conversation when we meet again.

Edna St. Vincent Millay