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I'd like to write a poem or prose so nice
The ones that ooze with good advice
The types full of wisdom and truth
The ones that can calm and soothe

Or maybe a verse full of wit
That'll make readers go "That's neat!"
But all I can come up with is this lousy thing
About the things I keep wishing

I should come to terms with it
I really can't write for shit
DAMMIT!

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v Friday, September 27, 2002 v

It's not the things you say or do that matters the most.
Sometime's it's the things you don't

I don't know what to say to people especially if their results are bad. I just don't know what to say. "You'll pull through"? "Don't worry, the real thing isn't here yet"? Or the worse but a lot of people say it anyway, "It's quite ok/good/alright/decent"

If I say nothing...then I feel really awkward. Like I'm actually obliged to offer them some comfort because I did ok in my standards or better than them. Man...Now I know how they felt when I was cryin' over my Malay. I was actually ok with it until my dad sms-ed me and said"the outcome of the results don't matter. We still love you" That's when I just burst. Because I knew I let them down.


~wYLdeFiLLy~ 10:13 pm [+]
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