December 2009
7 posts
I confess that in 2009, I have… (x) stayed single for the whole year (x) made out in/on a car ( ) kissed in the snow ( ) celebrated Halloween (x) kissed in the rain (x) had your heart broken (x) broke someone else’s heart ( ) had a stalker (x) went over the minutes on your cell phone (x) had a good relationship with someone (x) someone questioned your sexual orientation ( ) gotten pregnant ( ) had...
My Poem....
I feel like two lovers who has let the wind blow them apart
Only realizing it a little to late
Almost like the sun that is way to hot and hurting itself
Like a broken window trying to fix itself
Like a circle with jagged edges
I don’t want anyone
Nor do I want them to want me
I want to be self medicated
I want only me
Standing next to the mirror I realize it’s empty
I pushed...
TRUE LOVE
I never really understood the meaning of love or atleast I thought I did but then realized I didn’t. But then it hit me like a stroke of lightning. I only realized it when I was down about to be an out. Love just isn’t about some guy you think is your soul mate but also the friends who help you throught the stormy sea of love. That being said I need to thank my awesome friends for...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY HOT MOMMA!!!!
HAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY CRAZY AWESOME FRIEND!!!!
You are the person I go to if i need to talk well one of the people coz we all know whatever I tell you I tell your awesome twin hehe. Anyways if I need to smile I call you. Hell I don’t even have to call you I just think of you and I smile haha remember “EH MINAH!!!!”. I feel honestly blessed to have made an awesome...
I LOVE YOU!
I LOVE YOU!
I swear I do
I want to scream it out loud,
But once a broken heart always a broken heart.
I heard the first love is the best love
but why did no one tell me it has the worst ending?
Please tell me you love me so i can tell you I love you
Please understand if i don’t say I love you
Please hear me say it even if I say it in my heart
I was broken the last time
I needed...
Yesterday Is The Past?
Yesterday is the past.
I got that, I swear I understand.
But if yesterday is the past then why do I keep living yesterday today?
Why do I keep trying to reach out to you when I know you’re yesterday news?
Am I so imperfect that I have to relive yesterday to satisfy my today?
If that’s so how will I ever live my tomorrows?
Am I meant to be sorrow’s best friend?
I’m...