I try to remember that this phase is only temporary. I try to remember that I need to be way thankful for things that I have. I try to remember that really isn't that bad. I try to remember that God is amazing and that I should happy nonetheless, because he my only prize.
Typing that... helped me remember a good deal.
God is amazing, and I'm glad I have Him. But I'm over the shadyness, I'm over the behind-your-back schemes. Yes, I'm a hypocrite. But I'm stepping out of it, I stepped out of it a long time ago. I'm tired of all the sensitivity and the senselessness.
At some point you get worn out. At some point you get tired of trying to bring anything together. At some point you start to look desperate. It's time like this when you really do realize that you can never count on people. People always let you down.
I don't feel bad. Because I know that I did everything I could.
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20100404
I'm weak. I want to know.
I'd ask you, "how can you be so blind?" but I know you see it, I know you do. I'm not the only one who sees it, everyone sees it, even you.
How can you not want this? We're perfect for each other.
How can you not want this? We're perfect for each other.
20100209
Kat...
Stop trusting yourself
and trust God
Stop wanting what you want so badly
and let God give you what you need
Stop expecting anything
Because you'll get it all when you least expect it
From now on, no matter how bad you want it to happen, just let God take the lead, and take his hand
and trust God
Stop wanting what you want so badly
and let God give you what you need
Stop expecting anything
Because you'll get it all when you least expect it
From now on, no matter how bad you want it to happen, just let God take the lead, and take his hand
20090926
I'm not conceited, I promise
And in no way will admit to or do I even believe that I'm beautiful or gorgeous
(But I don't think I'm ugly, don't trip on that either)
But for some reason... after seeing her. Well not ACTUALLY seeing her, but yea. For some reason...... I know I'm supposed to feel like, "deng, what about me dough..?"
But for SOME REASON.. I'm actually happy. Really, I can't help but laugh.. it's quite hilarious.
(But I don't think I'm ugly, don't trip on that either)
But for some reason... after seeing her. Well not ACTUALLY seeing her, but yea. For some reason...... I know I'm supposed to feel like, "deng, what about me dough..?"
But for SOME REASON.. I'm actually happy. Really, I can't help but laugh.. it's quite hilarious.
20090912
10 Things I Hate About You Sonnet
Kat Stratford: "I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme. I hate it, I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all."
Kat Bu: I hate the way you talk to me, the way you act like you don't care. I hate it how you're always clean. I hate it when you stare. I hate your stupid converse, and the way the way you never have the time. I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme. I hate it, I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.
Kat Bu: I hate the way you talk to me, the way you act like you don't care. I hate it how you're always clean. I hate it when you stare. I hate your stupid converse, and the way the way you never have the time. I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme. I hate it, I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.
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