but it's just your attitude
it's tearing me apart
it's ruining everything

things wouldn't be so confused
and I wouldn't feel so used
but you always really knew
I just wanna be with you

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The tiny pale-yellow flower of the story
swayed in the wind from the day it was born
that swing of childhood
swinging to and fro in the cascade of memories

staring at the sky, the surrounding melody
watched a petal try to fall
that day when I skipped a class for you
that day the petal fell

emptiness of the classroom
why can't I see it?
disappearing feel of ( Read more... )

Suddenly I find myself caring way too much for you. Why? I never did pay much attention to you in the past, if at all. Suddenly I just want to be close to you. I'm lying to you, but I'd never lie in a way that would hurt you. I just want to be close to you, and I want to be there for you, even though you would never view me as anything more than a ( Read more... )

IT TOOK ME ONE HOUR TO DO ONE SIMPLE (relatively) CAPITALISATION DEPRECIATION QUESTION. OMG. OMG! OH MY GOD.

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Okay... Stay calm... stay happy. Happy. Happy! ^_____^ I finished one depreciation question ^_____^

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ONE QUESTION. ONE. OMG. OMGGG!!!

Hmmmmmm ( Read more... )

Now where did I come across this phrase before? I can't for the life of me recall at the moment. Nor do I suppose I will, unless I see the actual material.

I've forgotten the way in which writing makes me smile, and feel. And now I've forgotten it to such an extent that I just can't do it anymore. Once again I'm confronted with the dilemma of ( Read more... )

Well I had never wanted to see you unhappy (but no longer ( Read more... )

It's not supposed to still hurt so much. Not after so long. But it hasn't been very long, actually. Relatively, anyway. There should be a rule. If it's only been two months, it shouldn't hurt for more than two weeks. A month, tops. Anything more than that is ridiculous. To have it hurt as freshly as though it happened yesterday, after two months ( Read more... )

I remember that time when you were unwell,
and I touched your forehead gently
and felt the warm flush of fever against my skin.
You were so fragile then, as you raised your cute little head
and gave that familiar obstinate expression I knew so well.
Huddled in your jacket, refusing to rest,
how much I longed to hold you then,
and make everything alright ( Read more... )