Tuesday morning
I remember stormy weather
The way the sky looks when it's cold And you were with me Content with walking So unaware of the world Walking on air
My name is CELESTE.Also known as celly/celeteeeee/
marshmellow One-horse town
Passenger seats
The driveway
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i'm tired
Posted on: Tuesday, May 6, 2008
tired of having to pretend i like you,Posted at: 3:40 PM tired of trying to keep this up, tired of doing things with you, tired of being around you. i cant keep up this pretence, you've get on my nerves easily these days, you are so out, cant you feel it? maybe my patience has grown short. i'm tired of reading what you write, tired of you being so unresponsive, so hostile. why cant you try to be friendly? i'm not your puppet. stop invading my life. do you know how annoyed you make me? dont you ever think before you say something? has it crossed your mind that they are my friends? if you dont respect them, you dont respect me. maybe i'm thinking too much, maybe the mocking bird will keep me occupied. maybe even if you read this, you wont know its you. maybe, this friendship will slowly end, maybe it'll dry up like a rasin in the sun. |