i don't get it......
may i know who you like? i really want to know. args args. this is soooo very annoying. i really wish to know who you like. but then again.....would it ever work even if i knew that you liked me? hahaha=>:D:P well only time will tell...and my dreams hold no place for you now because i don't like to dream of the uncertain. i don't like to be dreaming of what is not certain in my life. i'm not a big risk taker. i mean, i take them day in and day out by even walking to the bus stop, but those are risk i must do. by waking up and stepping off my bed...i am making a risk.
why do you keep me hanging on by a small short thread? i don't understand, why do you lik to play with me like that? hahaha=>:D:P my heart is under lock and key, but only i can unlock it. hahaha=>:D:P but i must warn, that my heart is too valuble....and so is everyone else's...but obviously people don't have the heart to care....but that' their problem...no one except your own....
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails.
Tuesday, December 09, 2003
hm.....this is crazy....
it feels soo weird that it must be dejavu...args args.....
but boi....i'm sooo glad that i found you. hehehe
hm....music has alot to do with your physical form. it's wierd. wow...whack...totally whack...hehehe=>:D:P i'm tired...so very tired...but i really wish i weren't.
i trust too well
some times in disbelieve that i never knew
some times i need to be alone
forget about the memories....
forget the possibilities
it feels soo weird that it must be dejavu...args args.....
but boi....i'm sooo glad that i found you. hehehe
hm....music has alot to do with your physical form. it's wierd. wow...whack...totally whack...hehehe=>:D:P i'm tired...so very tired...but i really wish i weren't.
i trust too well
some times in disbelieve that i never knew
some times i need to be alone
forget about the memories....
forget the possibilities
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