buildings with a hundred floors, spinning 'round revolving doors.
baby i don't know where they'll take me.
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a short profile perhaps ?
a music player or hit counter ?
I wanna wanna turn around and walk away.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010 // 11:11 PM
I wanna be a red-nose deer. I'd be with santa, I'd be happy in North Pole, great place to escape reality. I'll be able to spread love by carrying Santa's Sleigh, helping him distributing presents. I really don't mind being Rudolph again, being laughed at because of my red-nose (thanks to sinus), 'cause at least back then I was happy. Back then, I took only a month to get over someone who ditched after dating me for more than a year. I don't know how I do it. I don't know how to be happy again, how to spread the happiness, like the little sunflower that shines in everyone's eyes. I've forgotten how to be everyone's jolly angel. Yeah, damn that fact. I desperately need to be happy, become happy.
Oh forget that damned fact shouldn't I? Yeah, I should. It's just a matter of whether I can or cannot. The answer is obviously the latter, needless to say. Oh, never mind. Today was bad. I was sleepy the whole freaking day, but I don't know why. Shouldn't be the lack of sleep, I slept early last night. Or earlier than usual. It's really funny. I'm tired, I really am, but I don't wanna be lying on my bed, waiting to fall asleep, and occupying my mind with things I've been overthinking time and again. Just get that straight Melsa, he don't love you, he doesn't love you, most prolly never did, never will. Everything was just a lie, nothing happened. It was fake. All fake, he tells it to everyone indirectly. Get over him already won't you? I wish I could. I'm trying really really hard, study, music, piano, singing, solos, writing, everything. I'm just not strong enough. I'm disgustingly useless. Too bad for me then. Doesn't really matter.
PS. Don't say you love me, don't even, Don't say you love me, you're leaving.
I wanna wanna turn around and walk away.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010 // 11:11 PM
I wanna be a red-nose deer. I'd be with santa, I'd be happy in North Pole, great place to escape reality. I'll be able to spread love by carrying Santa's Sleigh, helping him distributing presents. I really don't mind being Rudolph again, being laughed at because of my red-nose (thanks to sinus), 'cause at least back then I was happy. Back then, I took only a month to get over someone who ditched after dating me for more than a year. I don't know how I do it. I don't know how to be happy again, how to spread the happiness, like the little sunflower that shines in everyone's eyes. I've forgotten how to be everyone's jolly angel. Yeah, damn that fact. I desperately need to be happy, become happy.
Oh forget that damned fact shouldn't I? Yeah, I should. It's just a matter of whether I can or cannot. The answer is obviously the latter, needless to say. Oh, never mind. Today was bad. I was sleepy the whole freaking day, but I don't know why. Shouldn't be the lack of sleep, I slept early last night. Or earlier than usual. It's really funny. I'm tired, I really am, but I don't wanna be lying on my bed, waiting to fall asleep, and occupying my mind with things I've been overthinking time and again. Just get that straight Melsa, he don't love you, he doesn't love you, most prolly never did, never will. Everything was just a lie, nothing happened. It was fake. All fake, he tells it to everyone indirectly. Get over him already won't you? I wish I could. I'm trying really really hard, study, music, piano, singing, solos, writing, everything. I'm just not strong enough. I'm disgustingly useless. Too bad for me then. Doesn't really matter.
PS. Don't say you love me, don't even, Don't say you love me, you're leaving.
grew up in a small town,
and when the rain would fall down. i'd just stare out my window.
Hi, my name is MELISSALOKQIANHUI.
I’m currently in BOWEN secondary school, in an awesome class 3e2/4e2
I’m a part of the Bowen Military Band
That’s all you need to know, really.
dreaming of what could be,
and if i'll end up happy, i will pray.
wanna feel the warm breeze,
sleep under a palm tree, feel the rush of the ocean.
