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Wednesday, June 08, 2005
I told you i was fine, that it didnt bother me.. The prejudice your mum has against me, i waited and expected it to come..
But ever since that day happened, i gez it did bother me.. It was the first time your mum ever talked to me that way and it was scary.. I felt like as if i was in the set of a chinese television drama.. Your mum so called "chasing" me outta the house, you shouting at her while i stood outside the door, listening to every word, trying hard to prevent my tears from reaching the floor of your doorstep.. And then later, you came outta the house, banged your head onto the wall over and over again, your face tear streaked..
You do not know how much that has affected me..
The big "WHY".. Why does your mum dislike me so much? I gez im kinda used to it.. No parent of the guy i dated liked me.. I was always quiet, didnt know how to open my mouth to start a conversation with any of them.. But they never gave me a chance anyway..
Juz what is the problem with me? Why am i so detestable? So much is happening.. I try to help you with your problems but im just as useless.. I cant do anything, cant solve anything.. So when i tell you that "id be here for you", i gez it meant, ill give u a listening ear..
But i can always turn to Him.. I can ask him to take away all uncertainties and doubts.. Instead of being upset, i must pray for his mum.. 8:46 PM
Wednesday, June 08, 2005
I told you i was fine, that it didnt bother me.. The prejudice your mum has against me, i waited and expected it to come..
But ever since that day happened, i gez it did bother me.. It was the first time your mum ever talked to me that way and it was scary.. I felt like as if i was in the set of a chinese television drama.. Your mum so called "chasing" me outta the house, you shouting at her while i stood outside the door, listening to every word, trying hard to prevent my tears from reaching the floor of your doorstep.. And then later, you came outta the house, banged your head onto the wall over and over again, your face tear streaked..
You do not know how much that has affected me..
The big "WHY".. Why does your mum dislike me so much? I gez im kinda used to it.. No parent of the guy i dated liked me.. I was always quiet, didnt know how to open my mouth to start a conversation with any of them.. But they never gave me a chance anyway..
Juz what is the problem with me? Why am i so detestable? So much is happening.. I try to help you with your problems but im just as useless.. I cant do anything, cant solve anything.. So when i tell you that "id be here for you", i gez it meant, ill give u a listening ear..
But i can always turn to Him.. I can ask him to take away all uncertainties and doubts.. Instead of being upset, i must pray for his mum..
Reach my prismic soul.
The Girl
Eva Marie
aka Black Samara.
Hatefully Twenty-one.
Musician
Drummer
Vocalist
Writer
Giggist
Poet.
Loves
Mozerella cheese
Mee sua
Meiji plain crackers.
Music
Screamm
Guitars
Drumming
Singing
Rocking out.
Chilling at Starbucks/Spinelli
Goofing around.
Black eyes.
Black nails.
Black heart.
Hates
Cucumbers
Dog food.
Posers
heart breakers.
YOU.
Unconditional Desires.
My own Orange County Drumset.
To get my diploma in music next year.
Learn double pedals.
Get Married.
Get my future parents in laws to like me.
The endless connections.
Mix the words up.
You have my thanks.
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