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Monday, August 25, 2008

The crappiest year for me? Yes indeed. I had too many ups and downs already.

And then again, I think God has something big under His sleeve for me. Or else why would that have happened? Something different. Something.

And I thought I told someone that we're polar opposites. We'll never understand each other. Ever.

Come to think of it. You never really did. You've never trusted me before huh. I'm quite sad to hear that but oh never mind.

It's not me that you loved. It was the idea of me. I'm right aren't I?


Anyways I think I'm addicted to this song.

NYC

I've seen all the adverts
Stared at all the billboards
Waited for the taxis
Ate your popcorn in movies
But only when i lost myself

I've walked through New York City
I've seen the ugly the pretty
The less fortunate and wealthy
But none can compare to you
I've jumped out to the ending
Been bleeding from wounds of nothing
I've listened and been ignored
Been hungry I've been bored

Been left out in the storm
But only when i lost myself
Is when I found you

I've been so many places
Seen too many faces
Heard too many cases
Of dreams without chasers... so

I've lost myself
And all my wealth
I broke my pride
I stepped aside
And threw away
The best of life
What I held dear
Achingly tight
To lose my lot
Ruin my life
To lose all else
To find myself With you


I think the bridge is pretty. And definitely meaningful. Marty does write some good lyrics.


I don't know why. I should be happy but I'm not really in the mood to do anything. Even smile.

I feel lost. Out of place. Deserted. Alone. Yes. Someone like me can feel alone. I wonder why. I mean, I'm always by myself. But now I just feel so alone. I don't know what's up.


And yesterday morning I saw that pretty face again. My past brought back to life. The going ups and downs that we've always had. I miss it. I miss talking to you. And then I think about those few words that I've said. I've never had feelings like this for anyone except you. Weird? And I still think your super dao. We never talk. Only like sometimes. But whenever I talk to you I feel happy. Haha. Thinking about it makes me happy as well. When we were young and nothing mattered. I miss it. Haha. I miss you.


i made it known at 7:39 PM

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Josiah!

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