This town is colder now, I think it's sick of us It's time to make our move, I'm shakin off the rust I've got my heart set on anywhere but here I'm staring down myself, counting up the years Steady hands, just take the wheel... And every glance is killing me Time to make one last appeal... for the life I lead Stop and stare I think I'm moving but I go nowhere Yeah I know that everyone gets scared But I've become what I can't be, oh Stop and stare You start to wonder why you're 'here' not there And you'd give anything to get what's fair But fair ain't what you really need Oh, can u see what I see They're tryin to come back, all my senses push Un-tie the weight bags, I never thought I could... Steady feet, don't fail me now Gonna run till you can't walk But something pulls my focus out And I'm standing down... Stop and stare I think I'm moving but I go nowhere Yeah I know that everyone gets scared But I've become what I can't be, oh Stop and stare You start to wonder why you're here not there And you'd give anything to get what's fair But fair ain't what you really need Oh, you don't need What u need, what u need... Stop and stare I think I'm moving but I go nowhere Yeah I know that everyone gets scared But I've become what I can't be Oh, do u see what I see...
stop and stare by one republic
i dont understand why EMO is such a big deal. oh yes, everyone has their up and downs. some people have more downs than ups (example: ME) but who cares about emo....? if im emo, just leave me be! i dont need counselling. i dont need help. i dont need to commit suicide.
being emo is to take some time off everything else sit down in a dark room. blast hardcore and depressing songs. and hope the woes go away.
emo does not mean to kill yourself. it does not mean slash your wrist and stab your leg.
having a penknife in your pencil box everyday does not mean you're emo. drawing emo pictures does not mean you're emo. writing emo lyrics all over your notebook does not mean you're emo.
i am not emo. thats for sure. if i were emo, would i still be here....? i would have killed myself like a long long time ago.
sighh. life is confusing. life is stupid. life is nonsensical.
and if you understand what im saying, cos im typing loads of nonsense here, YOU'RE A GENIUS!
WOW. arent you like really really excited now? -________-
ich bin da! rette mich. liebe mich....
why do things always go wrongly. i want to shout at myself to stop thinking.
i dont wanna think of you everyday. i dont want to talk to you everyday. i dont ever want to see you again. i dont want to mention you again.
but those are lies. LIES. for liars. yes. im accusing you a liar. [err.... people, if you dont know who im talking about, then forget it and dont make wrong guesses >< ] i think of you everyday. i talk about you everyday. i want to talk to you everyday. i want to see you everyday. i want to give you a hug so big you dont ever wanna let go. but this is stupid. its impossible. its not possible at all. im being crazy. wasting brain cells thinking of all these nonsense. im stupid. wasiting my time. what if.... what if you gave me a second glance. what if you talked to me again. what if you gave me a chance. RETARDED PEOPLE TYPE RETARDED THINGS. so.... ahh wells.... stop thinking about it. lets put all this crap aside temporarily. anyways anyways anyways.... do you find that somehow when you're typing on the computer, you talk in a different manner compared to typing an sms? and when you type an sms, its different from when you're talking to the person face to face? that happens to me. when im talking on msn, its a mixture of perfect english and crazy retarded language depends on who im talking to when im typing blog posts, like now, im using very little singlish or no singlish at all. when im typing an sms, its a mixture of perfect english sentences, lots of singlish and some crazy retarded language. but when im talking to people, the whole scenario changes. to certain people, i use perfect english with no singlish at all. to some others, singlish keep coming out and i cant control. isnt it weird? life is a weird thing. weird things happen that make life weird. and funny things happen that make us think that is weird and life is weird. and you're probably reading this and laughing to yourself saying, "mel is so funny. typing all these nonsense. how weird. well, the world is weird afterall" -______- ohh. if anyone needs emo paintings or drawings, can come find me. i'll be more than glad to draw for you. expressing pain thru the paintbrush. ahh.... how nice huh.... but heyy, dont worry. mel aint gonna be an emo kid. i am going to be happy. smiling and cheerful 24\7. and mel better stop lying to herself -.- tadeedoos why cant you love me like you used to........
p.s: to the idiot who keeps saying im an ah lian. yeshh larhhs. ii l0ourbbed euu 2 deathh larhx kayyx. muaxx muaxx. miss euu loads & loads & loads worhhx. tinking of euu now
-________- this is known as a hair raising experience. an attempt to type like this ><
♥ MEL
2:05 AM
ME ♥
MEL THE GREAT ♥
how many great people on earth do you know?
MELMELMEL ♥
17yo.
09.01.1992.
pei chun public school. class of 2004.
cedar girls seconday school. class of 2008.
anderson junior college. class of 2010.
