We no longer see eye to eye
Time has changed us, or rearranged us
And it leaves me wondering why
Now everything is different, nothing feels quite the same
All the things we liked about eachother have changed
I don't know about the things that you do
What happened to the person that I thought I knew
You go one way and I'll go another
When nothing seems to work then why should we bother
We've let these little differences tear us apart
They're breaking up our friendship and they're breaking my heart
You need me and I need you
If only together we could see this through
You go left, and I go right
Life is just one crazy battle when we argue, fuss, and fight
You're like day, and I'm like night
But if we could get together, maybe things would work out right
I can see so much in you
Why can't we just see this through
Why must everything in this life be so complicated?
But through all this pain, it's not you I blame
Why can't you feel the same?
I'm reading a book right now called "god's debris" and it's really cool. I will have a review and quotes when I finish. Shortly following, I will read the third and fourth Harry Potters. Oh, Harry Potter, why didn't you win any awards?
Did you see Halle Berry? I cried too! I'm so happy for her. And did you notice that Jim Broadbent said "Moulin Rouge?" I almost got my wish.
So my head feels like it is going to split open because of the pain. This is like, the 10th day in a row that I've had a headache. It really sucks.
What also sucks: My "stupidest things ever said" calendar said something today that I can relate to. That really really sucks. Some woman on some cruse ship said "do these stairs go up?" I really can see myself saying that and I can imagine that I have said that. I know what she meant. What's really interesting is that I assume it's a woman who said it. The calendar just says "passenger." Hmm...
Um, why didn't Amelie win stuff?
I hate missing people because I think the emotion of Missing is almost as worthless as the emotion of Regret. I can't do anything about it. Poo.
I need a hug.
And now, because I gave up on being creative, I give you a picture of the tattoo I am getting.
My room is a lot cleaner. I picked the clothes up off the floor and then it became clean. Funny how things work.
Now here's your thing of the day and if you're a boy you probably won't like this one bit. And it kind of kills christmas, but if no one offendable is around, have a lookey.
