Thursday, October 27, 2005

Enough Poetry. Here's some prose.

HA! no. I'm tired. Last week of the term. DEATH. Good thing I'm still way happy. What is it about certain people that just make you happy? What is it about helping people who need help that makes you happy? What is it about having almost zero sleep that makes you happy?! Haha...well...I should get going. I need to go do stuff to my trumpet. I love the trumpet.I love everything right now. I finished my homework, but I'm deciding that some homework isn't worth doing, because the term is now over, and my grade is good enough. *sigh* I'm such a bad person.

Dark shadows may find me,
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Who's right or wrong? I couldn't say. I just know that no one can hurt me so badly, but no one has brought me such joy...funny reasons to cling to that boy! When did I become so insane, so irrational?! I know exactly the day. Funny how my heart works that way. There is a time, and a place for love...love knows its appointment...but it follows a watch either too fast or too slow, and it shows exactly opposite where it was meant to go. I give up. I'll just be happy to feel this way about someone. It keeps me alive.No amount of reason could make me forget sorrow...no amount of self-reward could give me the pure satisfaction of knowing...I feel! I love! I LIVE. And if he hurts me until the day I die I know I can't give up that feeling...that rush...

1 comment:

Rachy Rach said...

Don't delete things. It's a blog, nothing's dumb.