I want to cry.
I want to be happy.
Must you go,
And leave us.
The year's end is nearing and I kinda don't want it. I recall sometime last year my cousin, she got into year 12 and she put her facebook status as: The acronym HSC shits me hard. Now that I think about it, it does and I'm not even in year 12 yet and now I'm already getting quite anxious. I shouldn't be thinking about those things, JUST YET anyway. For now I must make the most of now because people are leaving, some coming back and others it may be the last time we see each other. That thought worries me because I've grown friendships with these people yet in a matter of weeks they will be gone, to a place where there will be different people, where they can have the opportunity they need. I really should just be happy for them. I know what it's like to go through such a thing and now reminscing about the past it's quite sad.
I LOVE YOU -
WHAT exactly does those three words mean. The moment they come out a person's mouth, the feeling, the emotion, what is it? The purpose of it. Is it real? Is it a joke? Or is this the answer to life. Love's meaning is quite endless in my opinion. But why say it...
I never knew just reading one things can cause me to question so many things. I love how the human mind works, it's curiosity about its surroundings and those around it. Just a fact of life, one that the whole population has learned to live and cope with; sometimes causing disagreements between two parties because they want it, they want it all.
to tell you the truth, i'm pretty sure no one understood that blog. like modernist poems, my blogs are in depth and have more meaning that what it may really seem. the only difference is, poets create artworks, masterpieces, unlike mine; words, words which create a mess, a mess which confuse people.
what has happened to me?
why have i changed. is this who i want to be, the person who will be me in the future. it may seem like i don't have a plan for the future and i have no aspirations and goals but like everyone else i have goals which i too want to achieve. things like having a family, a job and being able to support that family. a beautiful house with a nice car. i'm a normal person just like everyone else, but why do all of this? is it really necessary. necessary to ruin who you are as a person, the person who has been taught all the rights and the wrongs, a person who grew up with religious beliefs and expectations from the people around her. all of that gone, CRASH, because of ....
jasmine needs sleep-
later
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what else.
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music
mood
mysterious
mystical
magical
mighty
music
i need to get a life.
i love bus trips. oh how i miss the good old bus. 4625 ! the annoying little kids shouting the number as the bus approaches it's station. the talks, the moments, the good and the bad. now it's half of what was before and somehow it doesn't feel right but i know one day this will be the normal...
i love guys.
men.
boys.
whatever you want to call them. i just seem to click with them unlike women who i seem to have disinterest in them whatsoever. they're annoying attitudes and whinyness. gosh, i love men. one man in particular.no, that last thing was a lie. i think this blog needs to end.
now.
