There is nothing we can do to make God love us more; there is nothing we can do to make God love us less.
It never rains. It just pours. Oh, pathetic fallacy.. *sigh*
it’s all quite hopeless. No matter how hard I try, my brain doesn’t meet me halfway. So yeah. Screw you Calculus. And Physics. And school, for that matter.
hehe..I’m so depressed.
And you know what’s great? I sent him a message last week saying it would be the last time I would reply. I told him that if he respected me, he wouldn’t reply.
Today I received another note.
*delete*
Sobe Lizard Fuel
Strawberry Banana Flavoured Drink
Boisson aux Fraises et a la Banane
Astragalus.Ginseng.Yerba Mate
Ingredients:
Filtered water, glucose-fructose, skim milk, sugar, cream, pectin, citric acid, ascorbic acid (Vitamin C), natural flavour (yeah right), lactic acid, cochineal (colour), astragalus membranaeus root extract, panax ginseng root extract, yerba mate (ilex paraguariensis) leaf extract, dimethylpolysiloxane.
what was i thinking when I bought it? oh right. it’s a pretty pink colour. and the lizard is driving a motorcycle;)
mm…yerba mate and leaf extract.
Unpretty - TLC
I wish i could tie you up in my shoes
Make you feel unpretty too
I was told I was beautiful
But what does that mean to you
Look into the mirror who’s inside there
The one with the long hair
Same old me again today (yeah)
My outsides look cool
My insides are blue
Everytime I think I’m through
It’s because of you
I’ve tried different ways
But it’s all the same
At the end of the day
I have myself to blame
I’m just trippin’
Chorus:
You can buy your hair if it won’t grow
You can fix your nose if you said so
You can buy all the make up
That M.A.C. can make
But if you can’t look inside you
Find out, who am I to
Be in the position to make me feel
So damn unpretty
I’ll make you feel unpretty too
Never insecure until I met you
Now I’m being stupid
I used to be so cute to me
Just a little bit skinny
Why do I look to all these things
To keep you happy
Maybe get rid of you
And then I’ll get back to me (hey)
My outsides look cool
My insides are blue
Everytime I think I’m through
It’s because of you
I’ve tried different ways
But it’s all the same
At the end of the day
I have myself to blame
I believe I’m trippin’
I remember when I was small, we had a mini-firework show in our backyard. Daddy bought fireworks from the back of one of those firework-selling trucks…we even bought some sparklers.
It must not have been a Victoria Day weekend though because I remember it was very cold. Mom dressed me and my bro up warmly and we went outside. And only Daddy was allowed to light them up…”Stand back..”
The sparklers were so pretty and the fireworks lit up the sky so bright. but only for a second and then it was over. “A waste of $20″…
but no…Daddy didn’t think so, and neither did we.
They lit up the sky so bright…I remember.
*sigh*
feeling blue.
