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Saturday, April 9, 2005


   "I tear my heart open just to feel....."
"Scars" by Papa Roach

Came back from Kinoki's party a little while ago. She turned 14 yesterday (Friday), so if ya want, go visit her and say happy birthday. ^^ Her site is Nozomo Kinoki.

God, it's too fucking hot today. >< Welcome to Texas, land of heat and humidity. Ugh, and how I hate it so. Though it's only really hot because of there's no clouds. At least it's supposed to storm tomorrow. ^^ Bring it on!!!!!

Tuesday I go to UIL band competition. Wish me luck! Though I'd have to say we're doing really good so far. Plus, sight reading is doing well for us, though we've heard from other band directors that already went that this year it's hard, but hey, one may never know. I'm still 1st chair in it, which is great for me, big accomplishment. ^^

God I hate my drama group. You know how I said that we were doing scenes from movies and such? Well, my group are a big bunch of lazy people. They all think we don't need to pracrtice together, when we do. They don't see the logic in it. *rolls eyes* Sometimes I question the 7th graders this year at my school. How are we supposed to know where everyone will be standing and such if we don't practice together? The best skits and such are practiced in a group working together dammit! God, I already knew that people were selfish and shit like that, but man, this one just adds to the list.

Ok, the poem I shall post today was inspired by Selena-san when she was having some troubles and not feeling all that great. Hey Selena-san, if ya want, I can dedicate this to you, just tell me! Ok, here's the poem:

Sickness

The world around me crashes
I feel sick
Why do these things happen to me?
Don't leave me alone
Don't leave me here to rot
Does anybody hear me?
This weight on my shoulders is too much
So help lift it up
Is there anyone who can help me?
My sickness is overpowering me
Hypocondria
That's what the angels whisper
Either with sympathy or dissapointment
I cannot decide
Sympathy I will not have
And dissapointment is chained to my ankels
Black wings broken and bleeding
Hang limp from my back because of them
Will someone come to help heal them?
Will someone finally unerstand?
This sickness is overpowering me
And I don't know what to do
the light I see is growing dimmer
Will I die like this?
Or just dissappear into the darkness?

Hope you enjoyed the poem.
Shnugens


Freya from Chobits. That or a dark Chii.

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