Heehee. Self entertainment. I have gotten used to that already.
SELF ENTERTAINMENT:
- to not stay infront of the computer too long
- to not say stupid things
- to avoid stressing myself out on petty stuff
- to avoid studying for tomorrow
- to not listen to music, which after a point ends up being depressing (no matter what)
- to not bore myself infront of the tv
- to not think of tomorrow
- to not think of friday, and the whole weekend
- to not stress out on the jungol, zoo, or whatever
- to not think of you
On the verge of crying and breaking down.
On the verge of laughing out loud for what you told me last night.
On the verge of wanting to run away and never see your face anymore.
On the verge of shouting at you.
On the verge of hugging you.
On the verge of wanting to just pretend nothing happened these couple of days.
On the verge of actually believing you. I want to, I really do, but somehow, it dont work that way.
Music speak louder than words…
two completely different feelings, got me confused and f****** up.
Thats when by Aslyn
lyrics here
Too little, too late by Jojo
lyrics here
Ok. I have no idea what is happening around me. Everything is just a sureal blur. Eveything seems ok, but then again, im not sure.
Welcome to the jungol, welcome to the jungol.
Squirrel’s confusing the shit out of me.
Funkyfish with a fucking fugly faircut. Ha. ha. At least my humour didnt go away with my hair.
My dear ****, we have to do something about your ****, and his mermaid.
Mouse, spankin party, fish needs to go to the bitch beach.
Squirrel, urgh. Still dont want to talk about it.
I have to stop posting like this. really should think about something more intellectual.
on va tous crever. on va tous crever.
under the sea. under the sea.
welcome to the jungol. welcome to the jungol.
i dont wanna wait in vain for your love. i dont wanna wait in vain for your love.
It’s just too little too late
A little too wrong
And I can’t wait
Boy you know all the right things to say
You say you dream of my face
But you don’t like me
You just like the chase
To be real, it doesn’t matter anyway
It’s just too little too late
Welcome to the jungol, welcome to the jungol.
Is it possible to like someone, when they hurt your feelings?
Is it possible to just want to cry when they do?
Is it possible to want to neglect all that pain, because of what you feel?
Is it possible to be blinded by it all?
One person. One opinion. One say.
And when it all shatters, what will remain of you?
One heart. One smile. One touch.
And when they give it, what will become of your sanity?
♥ What will become of me? ♥
I cant take it anymore.
This just too much.
I dont understand this. I’m not supposed to even feel this way.
But I do. Oh no, help me.
I wish I could take it back. Take it all back.
Why now? Why this? Why you? Why me?
I HATE U.
BUT I DON’T.
That’s just it. I don’t.
Not even close.
I just dont know if this is enough. If you’re enough. Hell, youre too much already. But somehow, youre just… not enough, and not what i want.
You’re all you want, but are too blind to see what others do.
Wake up little one, wake up.
Wake up, and smell the flowers around you.
Urgh, I wish it would just stop. STOP! STOP!
♥ I HATE U. ♥
BUT I DON’T.
That’s just it. I don’t.
Not even close.
PS: this is my first entry EVER of you, and it already sucks.
ON VA TOUS CREVER! ON VA TOUS CREVER! ON VA TOUS CREVER!
I hate it. Squirrels cant swim. Fishes cant fly, and they hate nuts.
I hate it. Crabs love mermaids. Bears love crabs, and now want to kill mermaids.
I hate it. Mermaids dont give a shit.
I hate it. Bunnys sick, and Mouse’s partying (in THE embassy! lol)
I hate it. Mouse’s having an awesome party, fishes cant go cause they have to fucking go to fucking La Union.
I hate it. Mr. nice guy, not so nice anymore. Mr. nice guy, goodbye.
I hate it. Merekats and squirrels: urgh, dont even want to talk about it.
Welcome to the jungle. Welcome to the jungle.
IMPORTANT:
Please remeber to keep your hands in the vehicle at all time. Wild animals might bite.
