Just in case
I will leave my things packed
So I can run away
I cannot trust these voices
I don't have a line of prospects
That can give some kind of peace
There is nothing left to cling to
That can bring me sweet release
I have no fear of drowning
It's the breathing
That's taking all this work

Do you know
What I mean when I say, "I don't want to be alone"
What I mean when I say, "I don't want to be alone"

Empty spaces with shadows hit by streetlights
Warning signs and weight of tired conversations
In the absence of a shoulder
In the abscess of a thief
On the brink of this destruction
On the eve of bittersweet
Now all the demons look like prophets
And I'm living out
Every word they speak
Every word they speak

Do you know
What I mean when I say, "I don't want to be alone"
What I mean when I say, "I don't want to be alone"

Do you know
What I mean when I say, "I don't want to be alone"
What I mean when I say, "I don't want to be alone"
What I mean when I say, "I don't want to be alone"
Alone, alone, I don't want to be alone

I have no fear of drowning
It's the breathing that's taking all this work

-Work by Jars of Clay

I am emoooooo!!!!!!Eeeeeeeemmmmoooooooo I telll youuuuuuuuuuu.

That's the result of a very GAH! BLEAH!ARGH!(*constipated with anger*) teeeeeeacher in the morning, fer-rig-ging sucky BUS THAT MADE ME 20 MINUTES LATE THEREFORE MARKED BUH-LAR-DY ABSENT AND NOT EVEN GIVEN ANY DAMN GRACE PERIOD. I swear one day I shall snail mail each one of those SBS folks PLUS the SAA girl who speaks out of point for no good reason and that teacher a "I know what you did last month" card.

And I shall appear in black hood, black robe, my chef knife and a scream mask, carrying a sack of yellow onions. I shall gloat when they cry while cutting onions in a poorly ventilated and dirty toilet. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

And this is also the effect of surviving 3 hours of ticketing and reservation with a not-to-be-named-to-protect-her-identity-but-any-htm-year-3-students-would-know-who teacher and falling asleep at least 5 times. And finding out you are the fourth on the list therefore the fourth to do 2 issue presentations in A WEEK plus a class test on the ticketing and reservation thing which I plan not to print the 300 over pages manual manually. Come on, where's your love for trees man? Bah. Mooooooosic lesson is some boring. Thing. I will say no further about how boring it is.

On a happier note, I have finished my Temple of Heaven wooden structure thing =)))

If I go crazy then will you still call me superman?
If I'm alive and well will you be there holding my hand?

After all the tears I've cried. Nothing's making it stop. Do you really love me, the way I do?

I think that's one question I want answered before I die.

Even if you take the wrong path. even in your darkest moment, I still want to stand by you because nothing you do can make me love you less. I'll stand behind to catch you even if I will never be recognized for it. Even if you push me away.

What can I do to make you know this?

I CAN FINALLY SEE MY BLOG!!!!!!!

HEE HEE HEEE

HAA HAAA

YAYYY

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No, those aren't swear words. They're simply me babbling nonsense in my state of happiness. Woot. =)))