close your eyes to see.

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08 March, 2005

Torn Up Inside

"she makes me feel like it's raining outside
and when the storm's gone i'm all torn up inside
i'm always nervous on, days like this like the prom
i get too scared to move, cause i'm a fuckin' boy..."

Yo, man. Another day of torture again. I couldn't help it no more. I juz couldn't set my mind off her. It's juz...it's juz dat I couldn't seem to forget her so dat easy. She still lives in my heart. Ok, I admit, my actions doesn't show dat. But dis heart is still loving her. Hah. After skool, I did some physics revision juz to stop thinking of her! Guess wad? No work done!! Dis head won't juz stop playing tha reels of memories I had wit' her. And there she was, sitting on one corner. I'm still trying so damn fweakin' hard to keep her off my mind. Well, u noe, thinkin' of a gurl who doesn't belong to u no more is kinda freaky. And tomorrow's gonna be another day of torture for me again, and so would tha day after dat, and tha one after dat, and tha one after dat.......

reminisced;
- 6:42 PM