dear delilah

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Stream her with roses and daisies, dear mother,
let all that she speak be all that that she hears.
For no higher, no higher let her forehead doth grow;
and so dote, dote my mother, my mother so dear
and let her run free with a conscience so clear

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Friday, 6 July 2007

when darkness turns to light

Haha don't worry mich honey - I won't stop writing.

But I guess its time to be honest, and say that I'm overly melodramatic. I've nothing to say lately really. I'm just a worrisome person, really, who can't stand to think that life does have to go on. A bit insecure, perhaps?

I'm just average. Everyone's average, because everyone is different, but at the same time the same.

My train of thought is screwing up. Basically, this is my life thus far.

1. I have a skin problem. Argh.
2. I am stressed.
3. I am irrevocably in love.
4. I am dead serious most of the time, except when its obviously not (eg. MOOSEE EEEEH)
5. I am addicted to chewing gum.

he told me that I've done alright
and kissed me till the morning light