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islands
I don't have to leave anymore. What I have is right here. Spend my nights and days before.
Searching the world for what's right here. Underneath and unexplored. Islands and cities I have looked.
Here I saw Something I couldn't over look. I am yours now. So now I don't ever have to leave.
I've been found out. So now I'll never explore. See what I've done.
That bridge is on fire. Going back to where I've been. I'm froze by desire. No need to leave.
Where would I be. IF this were to go under. It's a risk I'd take. I'm froze by desire. As if a choice I'd make.
I am yours now. So now I don't ever have to leave. I've been found out. So now I'll never explore.
So now I'll never explore.


Monday, October 29, 2007, 7:13 PM

grah. tennis made me depressed today. I know people say I whine too much and that I should be content and all that, but yeah, I'm not. I hate being mediocre at everything. Studies, you scoff? HA. the only reason I got a good GPA is cos' I got average marks for all subjects and when they all add up, they give me an okayish GPA. I hate this. I could and I should do better. I hate that no matter how hard I try, I can never measure up. I hate that I don't have any idea what I want to be. I hate that I'm never good enough. I hate that I can't be fantastic at anything. I hate being mediocre. I hate this.

you know exactly what to do
so that I can't stay mad at you
for too long
that's wrong
the teenage angst is evidently kicking in.