Sunday, January 02, 2005


there are times when you just want to do nothing, no talking, no thinking, not a thing, just stare at space. well, i get that a lot. and today is one of those times. the thing is, i seem to be addicted to it. another one of my defining odd characteristic that sets me aside from others. another would have to be wanting to stay sad and depressed even if it killing me...hhhmm.i woke up today with a lot of things, issues, concerns wrestling at the back of my mind. each wanting to get my undivided attention. i stare at space, mind is in total blank. i feel numb. i just noticed this small annoying noise that got louder and more annoying than ever. oh, sumone was talking to me, ah ok. i can't seem to process what was said or do i need to process it. i had this stupid expression in my face that might have gave way that i'm in an another world or daydreaming or sumthing.joss stone is a great friend. she keeps serenading me, over and over, fourteen songs. no indication of her getting tired trying to keep my focus on sumthing. powerful voice, very talented indeed. huh, she got tired! oh , it's the batteries...

x.lovers & fwenns.x x3:45 AM



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keep it short.
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ya links.
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- i wanna be right where yew are ))
yew set my world on fire\\-
___ can't yew see how right we are
# we should be together ::
baby\ i got a crush on yew

# in my heart
yew start to g r o w on me-
and now now ii've changed direction.

i asked yew ))*
do yew want me `
yew said yes ;
and pr0mised

if youu asked me;
do i lurfe youu thhis much.-*
i do.

i lurfe yew*
now and forever

me and youu
and you and me
no matter how they tossed the dice
it had to be
the only one for me is you
and you for me ;
so happy together

our [love story] have no happy ending
cos there wont be any ending__\\

i cant\ helpp but to say
i lurfe yew.

ii miss yew-

[ReNa]
all.rights.reserved
`melancholic.
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