Never Again- Justin Timberlake
Would have given up my life for you
Guess it's true what they say about love, it's blind
Girl, you lied straight to my face lookin' in my eyes
And I believed you ‘cause I loved you more than life
And all you had to do was apologize
You didn't say you're sorry
I don't understand
You don't care that you hurt me
And now I'm half a man
That I used to be when it was you and me
You didn't love me enough
My heart may never mend
And you'll never get to love me again
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Sadness has me at the end of the line
Helpless watched you break this heart of mine
And loneliness only wants you back here with me
Common sense knows you're not good enough for me
And all you had to do was apologize and mean it
But you didn't say you're sorry
I don't understand
You don't care that you hurt me
And now I'm half a man
That I used to be when it was you and me
You didn't love me enough
My heart may never mend
And you'll never get to love me
It's like hell, I can't go back in time
Maybe then I could see how
Forgiveness says that I should give you one more try
But it's too late, it's over now
Hey...ooh...ooh...ooh
You didn't say you're sorry
I don't understand
You don't care that you hurt me
And now I'm half a man
That I used to be when it was you and me
You didn't love me enough
My heart may never mend
And you'll never get to love me again, yeah
Again, yeah...eah...
Again, again, again, yeah, yeah...
Never get to love me
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And that's about it. Never again. Ever.
People have scars. In all sorts of unexpected places. Like secret roadmaps of their personal histories. Diagrams of all their old wounds. Most of our wounds heal, leaving nothing behind but a scar. But some of them don't. Some wounds we carry with us everywhere and though the cut's long gone, the pain still lingers. - Grey's Anatomy (Because I'm not eloquent enough to say something like that.)
Tuesday, January 27, 2004
Thursday, January 22, 2004
Wednesday, January 14, 2004
Thanks very much for the call. I needed to hear some good umbrella jokes and some down-to-earth singing of the ABC's. Laughing therapy is good for me. Good luck being dead. Don't make people laugh!! :D And get yourself kicked out.
Like Magda said in Bridget Jones' Diary, "I've made my bed. Now I have to lie in it."
Gee golly darn.
>:O
Like Magda said in Bridget Jones' Diary, "I've made my bed. Now I have to lie in it."
Gee golly darn.
>:O
Tuesday, January 06, 2004
whoopEE-dEE-DOOOO!! yipPPPPEeeEEE!! I'm so happy for you!! You're fine....You're fine...I feel relief....love you!! :*)
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Today was the first day of school and I'm pooped. I'm still on holiday mode. Duude...I hate school. I hate school now, but 10 years down the road, I bet I'll miss it. But as of now...I hate it. Neh.
Oh duude. I just looked in the mirror of myself sitting in my chair, typing. There's this huge bulge down there (and I don't mean there ) My stomach won't go in like I want it to. It never listens to me. My body parts never listen to me. And their mine too. I tell my stomach to go in, but then it puffs out to prove to the other body parts that it's the biggest. I tell my waist to look curvy. Well yeah, it curves, but the wrong way. It curves to make like I've got two sideways U's stuck on my waist. I tell my arms to be stiff, but nooooo. It has it's own wave when my hands wave good-bye to someone. Damn it.
Enough of that and back to school. I was there from 9:30 to about 8:15. Needed to talk and apologize and like a good friend, she came out with me. There was some things I needed to get off my chest and some things that I needed some reassurance in, because it scares me outta my mind. She reassured me that the scenes were okay, wasn't that bad. The reassurance will last me till the next time I need her, but I know she'll be there. Thanks for everything, Sara.
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Today was the first day of school and I'm pooped. I'm still on holiday mode. Duude...I hate school. I hate school now, but 10 years down the road, I bet I'll miss it. But as of now...I hate it. Neh.
Oh duude. I just looked in the mirror of myself sitting in my chair, typing. There's this huge bulge down there (and I don't mean there ) My stomach won't go in like I want it to. It never listens to me. My body parts never listen to me. And their mine too. I tell my stomach to go in, but then it puffs out to prove to the other body parts that it's the biggest. I tell my waist to look curvy. Well yeah, it curves, but the wrong way. It curves to make like I've got two sideways U's stuck on my waist. I tell my arms to be stiff, but nooooo. It has it's own wave when my hands wave good-bye to someone. Damn it.
Enough of that and back to school. I was there from 9:30 to about 8:15. Needed to talk and apologize and like a good friend, she came out with me. There was some things I needed to get off my chest and some things that I needed some reassurance in, because it scares me outta my mind. She reassured me that the scenes were okay, wasn't that bad. The reassurance will last me till the next time I need her, but I know she'll be there. Thanks for everything, Sara.
whoopEE-dEE-DOOOO!! yipPPPPEeeEEE!! I'm so happy for you!! You're fine....You're fine...I feel relief....love you!! :*)
* * * *
Today was the first day of school and I'm pooped. I'm still on holiday mode. Duude...I hate school. I hate school now, but 10 years down the road, I bet I'll miss it. But as of now...I hate it. Neh.
Oh duude. I just looked in the mirror of myself sitting in my chair, typing. There's this huge bulge down there (and I don't mean there ) My stomach won't go in like I want it to. It never listens to me. My body parts never listen to me. And their mine too. I tell my stomach to go in, but then it puffs out to prove to the other body parts that it's the biggest. I tell my waist to look curvy. Well yeah, it curves, but the wrong way. It curves to make like I've got two sideways U's stuck on my waist. I tell my arms to be stiff, but nooooo. It has it's own wave when my hands wave good-bye to someone. Damn it.
Enough of that and back to school. I was there from 9:30 to about 8:15. Needed to talk and apologize and like a good friend, she came out with me. There was some things I needed to get off my chest and some things that I needed some reassurance in, because it scares me outta my mind. She reassured me that the scenes were okay, wasn't that bad. The reassurance will last me till the next time I need her, but I know she'll be there. Thanks for everything, Sara.
* * * *
Today was the first day of school and I'm pooped. I'm still on holiday mode. Duude...I hate school. I hate school now, but 10 years down the road, I bet I'll miss it. But as of now...I hate it. Neh.
Oh duude. I just looked in the mirror of myself sitting in my chair, typing. There's this huge bulge down there (and I don't mean there ) My stomach won't go in like I want it to. It never listens to me. My body parts never listen to me. And their mine too. I tell my stomach to go in, but then it puffs out to prove to the other body parts that it's the biggest. I tell my waist to look curvy. Well yeah, it curves, but the wrong way. It curves to make like I've got two sideways U's stuck on my waist. I tell my arms to be stiff, but nooooo. It has it's own wave when my hands wave good-bye to someone. Damn it.
Enough of that and back to school. I was there from 9:30 to about 8:15. Needed to talk and apologize and like a good friend, she came out with me. There was some things I needed to get off my chest and some things that I needed some reassurance in, because it scares me outta my mind. She reassured me that the scenes were okay, wasn't that bad. The reassurance will last me till the next time I need her, but I know she'll be there. Thanks for everything, Sara.
Saturday, January 03, 2004
You’ve got to get yourself together
You’ve got stuck in a moment
And you can’t get out of it
Oh love, look at you now
You’ve got yourself stuck in a moment
And you can’t get out of it
The same scenes keep flashing in my mind. Everytime it goes by, my face turns red. I'm stuck. Inhibitions are important. Must stay with me at all time. Never again. I hate myself for that. Ugh on me!!
You’ve got stuck in a moment
And you can’t get out of it
Oh love, look at you now
You’ve got yourself stuck in a moment
And you can’t get out of it
The same scenes keep flashing in my mind. Everytime it goes by, my face turns red. I'm stuck. Inhibitions are important. Must stay with me at all time. Never again. I hate myself for that. Ugh on me!!