|I would do (almost) anything to get T & G down to Oz next year! Oh, Lordy...
I've just been reading nezangel's journal and they've all had a spiffing time up in Edinburgh. How much longer can I endure the torture? It's killing me - it's really killing me. But all I can do is wait and see...it's like an awful suspense movie!
And now...I would like to post a poem I wrote for English. I hate English, but I was particularly chuffed with this poem:
How can life be great Ė
Weíre engulfed by so much hate
Why is this, why is that?
Oh, what does it matter?
Itís hard to be fifteen
And to have so many dreams
Of where you want to be.
Iím scared Ė I donít know why
These people tell me lies.
How can I live, how can I breathe
With so much fear inside of me?
I want to leave, to run, to hide,
To express the things I feel inside
But they donít listen
They donít hear me.
Do they know how it feels to be so hurt?
To feel like you are nothing but dirt Ė
Kicked around, beaten upÖ
Just not heard.
We miss the days when we were younger Ė
The days of being happy and free.
There was so much love, but now itís gone
And soon weíre standing all alone.
The weight inside is getting heavier
Why should I go on?
Itís dark, itís black and I just donít care.
But then I see it, shining bright;
A lone star twinkling in the night.
I reach to touch it
But itís too far
I just canít reach that shining star.
But if I imagine it, if I try,
I know Iíll break right though the sky
Iíll reach it soon, I know I will
And Iíll be shining brighter still.
I wrote it on a day (out of many) when I wasn't feeling very good. I'm a bit better now, though.
Mood - Happy & excited for nez, Peej & everyone who went
Music - nowt