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(¯`·._.•.·•¦ So Far, So Good ¦•·.•._.·´¯)
Well, the break is goin pretty good. It's only been like.. a day, but it was a nice day. I wasn't stuck in this chair all day so my body didn't feel all cramped. There were times where I thought about Tj for like.. an hour, but my mom knows when I'm depressed or really thinking about something and then she interrogates me, so I try not to be that way till around 10. School's fun for me again now that I don't rush to get homework done. My mother's happy she can call people whenever she wants and the phone actually rings, and I got some things in my room rearranged, so so far, so good. And I just finished watching Dawson's Creek and Jen said something when she was on stage that got me thinkin bout Tj again, so moving on...
(¯`·._.•.·•¦ Boottee, Pimps, Pep Rally's & Chicks ¦•·.•._.·´¯)
Boottee's okay! <333 His neck brace came off today, it was on for 2 days only so that was good. Even tho Pimp Juice by Nelly is old, that and P.I.M.P by 50 is like.. the anthem for us girls in Phoebus. We are too pimp. Lol. At the pep rally, we each got to sit on someone's neck so that we were able to see danceline. No one could sit on Christian's neck because.. he's a damn tree, and Boottee couldn't either because of the accident. Juniors won the spirit stick. -.- Wo0p de d0o. Chicks are still hatin on people. I feel more relaxed now that I have some more time to myself, but the girls some time just really... urrgghhh. And now the guys are gettin on me, like the ones in my class, Patrick and Brian. They're tryin to tell me all this bullshit about how I can't play tennis and I suck at writing.. and.. it was all a reminder of how when you're feeling up, people kick you down. -.-
(¯`·._.•.·•¦ B2K, B2K,B2K ¦•·.•._.·´¯)
B 2 K!!!! They were on 106 & Park Prime last night and 106 today and as always, they looked good. Boog is too damn sexy. He just really is. Bless his mama and this journal. <3333 They're coming here August 6th, which is a Wednesday and I will have front row seats this year, or I'll at least be on the floor. Nick Cannon, Marques Houston, and Mario will be with them so it's gonna be on and poppin, hell yea! Can't wait.
(¯`·._.•.·•¦ Poems, Dreams, & Songs ¦•·.•._.·´¯)
Dreams (My second book) is coming along fine. Already up to Chapter 2, will post sometime or another. Mk, my emotions usually bring out the best creativity in me cause shockingly enough, my head is clearer then, but anyway, I wrote 2 poems, one I wanted to put in here since my offline journal is uh, full already of poems. Lol. I have to remember to buy me another one. It came to me in a dream. Originally, it was a song I was supposed to have wrote for my cousin and in the dream she sung it on stage and told the crowd it was written by me and the person I had really wrote it for was there. This was all happening in the future, but when you read it, you'll see. Anyway, it's titled Love Letter, so yea. Prepare yourself.
Love Letter
It's hard for me to tell anyone how I feel.
Funny how things were different when it came to you.
I've been sent the signal, but I've ran from the call.
I'm afraid of the message I'll receive because I already know what it says.
It's a love letter from you addressed to me,
And with every word I read, I feel your feelings inside of me.
But with every sentence, I feel scared.
Scared that the way I feel for you may be real.
Fate chose the wrong person for you.
The love in Cupid's arrow brought sorrow and pain instead of love and bliss.
Pain you've gotten from me.
I don't deserve you. You've given me too much.
You've given me more than I've given you.
I got your mail today, but I threw it out because I'm afraid of what I feel towards you.
It was a love letter from you addressed to me,
And with every word I read, I feel your feelings inside of me.
But with every sentence, I feel pain.
The pain you've felt every time I've walked away.
I know your feelings are true. Mine are too.
Those times you revealed your anger… don't deny it, I know it came from you.
But I don't blame you. I deserve every hateful word you speak.
There's nothing for me to forgive because I'm the bad seed.
It amazes me how everything you feel, I feel.
It's all written in a love letter from you addressed to me,
And with every word I read, I feel your feelings inside of me.
But with every sentence, I run farther.
Putting our memories behind me and leaving you with nothing.
When you hurt, I hurt.
Now while you're happy, I'm crying, knowing it's my own fault.
I shifted our universe. I destroyed everything there.
When Aphrodite chose to bless us with a heavenly kiss, she forgot to give me the faith I needed to stay in the relationship.
I saw the notice posted but I chose not to read it because everything about you consumes every part of me.
It's a love letter from you addressed to me,
And with every word I read, I feel your feelings inside of me.
But with every sentence, I feel closer to you,
And I turn my back.
It took a while but I finally have it. I'm strong enough to be with you.
The problem is I don't know if you'll have me after everything I've put you through.
I'm floating in the air, thinking of your warm embrace.
I'm in love. And I come home to see…
A love letter from you addressed to me,
And with every word I read, I feel your feelings inside of me.
But as I finish reading, I realize one thing.
Your letter was dated two years ago.
(¯`·._.•.·•¦ Farwell Once Again ¦•·.•._.·´¯)
Well, that's my update. I'm not a lot, just an hour or a few minutes or so, which is good. It's gonna get boring during my break at some point where I need something to cheer me up, which is why I come on. It's not like I got rid of AOL. Pfft. Much love
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