Monday, February 25, 2008
hello, old friend.
1:50 AM
but I am thinking of what Sarah said;
that love is watching someone die.
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my fingers are cold.
today was fun. We got to play charades in class and I laughed until I couldn't sit up straight and had to lean and laugh and laugh exhaustedly on Serene's shoulder.
today I saw one of the saddest pairs of eyes I have ever seen around this little big city.
RJ and Qiu are instant mood-boosters. The three of us + spare time = uh ohhh. We spent the free period bantering over classroom chairs and mock quarrelling over Ben and the merits of friday's white chocolate raspberry cheesecake (only the white chocolate) and our collection of silly songs is growing fast.
we should make an anthology and become famous and wear juicy couture sweats and big sunnies and carry coffee carry-aways like in the tabloids and get names like Nikki and Courtni with an "i".
it's raining now.
I'd like to wait for the afternoon and bottle up the sunlight
and blow it like pixie dust into those sad, sad eyes.
dear stranger in the night;
I could have kept you warm.
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dear stranger in the night/anonymous;
if you're going to read between the lines; do it well.
... you said it yourself.
you don't love me for me.
you don't love me for me,
and I told you I'd never change.
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no, no.
you've got it all wrong.
... you let me go.