watching a RETARDED show with a certain RETARDED hero whom a certain RETARD I know likes.
Sch nowdays is really boring.trying to catch up,but it's one **** of a journey,ignoring the seductive woman temptation.I just realised that its been my real post in a LONG,LONG time.As always,work numbs many things.I've decided to ask if I can start a School newspaper...Leaving a legacy(copied from NPCC)well,i'm really bored.YOu guys just want some juicy stuff right?i guess I don't really feel anything about the posting,but I'm really glad people got what they deserved,but sad that a certain great,TALENTED,FULLY CAPABLE(CERTAINLY IN SIZE) FRIEND OF MINE DID NOT GET EXACTLY WHAT HE DESERVED.Now I'll just end with a certain poem i pick from a universe that runs parallel to a certain book with coloured squares infront...
The feeling that runs through,
my entire being,
is like a wave,
it fades awhile,
but then,
stronger than ever,
it comes
Everything you do,
seemingly random,
splits and mends,
old wounds,
the way you do,
those things.....
How do I ever heal myself?
posted at [12:39 AM]
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confused
Many a night,
I spent sleepless,
staring at the ceiling,
wondering
Sometimes i can't feel,
But I don't think it will heal.
So I try my best each day,
surrounded,shrouded,
trying to drown it out
But it haunts me,
constantly,surrounding
enveloping,killing,
Will it ever come back?
the thing that beats?
That I cannot feel?
Like a broken circuit.
As it completes a round,
A new wave of pain,
Washes over me,
Will it heal?
I try desperately,
Push it down,
Everyday I see,
pass through,
By me,
I finally realized,
It may never heal,
So what do I do?
Will I be healed?
Or will I forever be crippled?
That is the Question...
posted at [7:21 AM]
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