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I'm jealous because
The water gets to touch your skin.
I'm jealous because
Björk gets to see your day begin.
I'm jealous because
The floor can take your weight.
I'm jealous because
Your mind knows the things you hate.
But I won't be jealous no more
If you let me touch your skin.
I won't be jealous no more
If you let me see your day begin.
I won't be jealous no more
If you can share some of your weight.
And I won't be jealous no more
If you tell me the things that you hate.
Written by Evelyn
Thursday, January 25, 2007
8:40 PM
My dad just can't get things I say into his head. I swear. I was just raising my voice just now so I could make sure he heard everything I said. Because when I said it in my normal tone, he kept going "What?". So yea. And, this form I told him to fill up he didn't fill. And now, he's blaming me for not telling him to fill it up. Ok, well not blaming. But, he said he didn't fill it up and the blah. Nevermind, I'm not expecting anyone to understand my blabber now.
Oh fuck.
Everything's just so fucked up and I don't think there's any way to get rid of this stress. Yet.
I try writing, but I get so irritated by it too. There's this poem Rhys started, and I'm trying to continue it, but after the first 3 stanzas, everything which comes out just seems like shit. And, I don't know whether or not to end it at the 3 stanzas, or to continue on and try to work on it more. ARGH!
And Blogger's screwed up. Again. Yay! Oh holy yay!
Apparently, I can't type long posts or my "connection with Blogger" will be lost. This is so crap.
