:: .:d i c e d:. ::

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!

Free Palestine!

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v Friday, January 23, 2004 v

I'm bitter. I had a dream, you could say it was a nightmare, where X got himself attAched. I can't exactly describe the way I feel, but I remember bitter resentment and a hint of sadness. I thought it didn't seem suited. Anyway, I just assumed the girl was a bitch in the dream, because I didn't even know who she was. And she could just take him away. And she apparently said some bitchy stuff about PA so yeah.


And I think the sad dream stemmed from my talk to Yanti about not being yourself in front of the people you like. So the friendship never does burgeon into something deeper. Sad eh? There's always that veil of silk to guard the real you, perfections n flaws from everyone else to see

~wYLdeFiLLy~ 10:43 am [+]