Monday, March 09, 2009

♥ What You See's Not What You Get

I'm so sick of saying that you don't understand me. You don't. I'm sick of protesting all this misunderstanding. So. I shall go back to write poetry. dedicated to my dear lovesick/filled mrlimshuyao. All the best with that girl you supposedly love.
UGH. BLANK. BLANK. WHY AM I BLANK. failed.....

too tired.....

"i need inspiration, not just another negotiation."

thinking too much of the past. bloody jerk. i actually almost loved him. ALMOST. It was THAT close. &then he broke my heart into a gazillion pieces. amazing. really. are hearts made up of some really strong material that it mends over&over&over&over again without fail? Well, almost fully mended anyway. BUT, there's obviously the scars. Yes, the beautiful scars that stay there.
Perfect. Now we shall all go complain and whine about the pain we feel and that we're alone cos we really are. GOSH. CLICHE MUCH. YES. I AM SO CLICHE. WHY AM I SO CLICHE. IT IS GROSS BEING SO CLICHE. that cliche girl, with the cliche life. i gross myself out far too much. I'm perfectly abnormal, loner, retarded, love desperado and cliche loser. great. want to help me add on? i know you do. well, piss off. I'm feeling pissy now. yay. OMG. I'm getting Hilary's PMS syndrome. AHHHH. INFECTIOUS. Ok, maybe not. I'm just incredibly sleepy. Stupid hilarylow keep hitting me. gosh. sleepy!!! SO darn SLEEPY. CURSE BIO REPORT. CURSE IT. ok. no. don't get low marks. ughhhhhh.
attempt 1 at poems.

This Feeling

Wish i could tell you,

what i'm going through.

It's like i've been taken over,

by a kind of pain that hurts like forever.

Just want to find a remedy,

to all this that's hurting me.

Wish i could explain,

this feeling i feel over and again.

Maybe it's a kind of love,

that messes up your world.

This feeling i hope will go,

for i'm tired of being left alone.

It's the point of disappointment,

and let down comes from everyone of them.

Don't leave me,

to fend myself from all this hurting.

It feels like i try too much,

and break at the softest touch.

I wonder if i told you i loved you,

would you say you felt it too.

I stand here still loving,

even as my heart is wide open hurting.

You're as though permanent marker,

and my heart is the paper.

Written on my heart,

it hurts and i'm scared you'll tear me apart.

Afraid of all this crazy hurting,

and the never leaving feeling.

I can't think properly,

and i'm scared of the end that will come eventually.

Maybe one day love will vanish,

or claims so often shall we banish.

YES! YESYESYES. DONE. I'm so sleepy. zonking off.

ciao~

"who needs the disappointment of a phone call, not i."

baby try harder,

sarah.

xoxoxxx.

stupid blogger can't have paragraphs. screw it.

HAPPY FIFTEENTH BIRTHDAY BRENNA!

Though i may not know you very well, you're quite an awesome friend.

Thanks for being my friend, or i'd be a lost soul on first day at school over here.

Sucks to be alone and stuff.

WELL, enjoy your birthday and presents.

Especially the very big one from Anna&Hil.

OH. Got you red nail polish since you like blood* so much.

Plus chocolates for your upcoming monthlygirls'painthing.

The time when Hilary gets all excited and high.

Love you loads,

Sarah.

♥ And did I tell you that I love you tonight
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Monday, March 09, 2009

♥ What You See's Not What You Get

♥ Blissed Lover ;

♥ Heart Strings;

♥ LOVE messages

♥ Thank you

♥ Past