i wanted you to know that i love the way you laugh i wanna hold you high and steal your pain away i keep your photograph and i know it serves me well i wanna hold you high and steal your pain
cause i'm broken when i'm lonesome and i don't feel right when you're gone away
you've gone away you don't feel me here anymore
the worst is over now and we can breathe again i wanna hold you high and steal my pain away there's so much left to learn and no one left to fight i wanna hold you high and steal your pain
cause i'm broken when i'm open and i don't feel like i am strong enough cause i'm broken when i'm lonesome and i don't feel right when you're gone away
cause i'm broken when i'm open and i don't feel like i am strong enough cause i'm broken when i'm lonesome and i don't feel right when you're gone away
cause i'm broken when i'm lonesome and i don't feel right when you're gone
you've gone away you dont feel me anymore
- seether feat amy lee
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in case you haven't checked your email.
a relationship between hell and heaven: sharifah, you couple may prove a real challenge for both of you, and you may have to struggle to make it last. with determination and courage, you can turn your relationship into a very significant source of evolution and joy, in which case you will remain together for many long years. you are both of a very different nature and therefore, adjusting to each other is necessary. you must look before you leap, lest you unwillingly hurt *****************'s sensitivity. if you think in terms of "mobility", "flexibility" and "mutual understanding", in most cases, you can meet the challenge of your wonderful love story.
weirdly true.
but still.
MOVING ALONGGGG. iun want my blog to be all about one person. in case none of you know this, the title of my blog is not "shareefah's random babblings" or "her shits" or "mytsandws" or anything of the sort. the title itself is "pretentious ignorance". and i think these two words say a lot.
it means that whatever i blog may not be (entirely) true.
it means that i might act like iun care, when i do.
it means that sometimes i blog on purpose, with desired effects.
i was thinking last night, and i realised that perhaps, just maybe, i'm too afraid to fall in love again. everytime i give my heart, something wrong happens. maybe i'm too picky, maybe i'm too judgmental. maybe all i want is that boy back in my life (though i know this equates to impossibility). and maybe, the boy who's supposed to be mine got lost while looking for me.
shall i start putting up "lost: sherryfah's lover." signs all around now?
it's not about you. it's about me. i can't seem to tell right from wrong. good from bad. and perfect from imperfect. sidetrack: fuck, kakak's listening to "no one" by alicia keys. close friends of mine would understand why i feel a sudden prick of depression. is that even the correct term i used? ah fuck it. my english sucks and all of you know that.
i'm not desperate for love. i'm desperate to stop feeling lost. i need to stay grounded lest i lose myself the way i did a few months back. i need to stop being shareefah.
konflik dalaman.
i need to go out today. iun feel like staying in. but with no plans, how can i go out alone? or should i? i want to watch a movie. but i wouldn't want to watch a movie alone. you'd be surprise that with guys liking me, i'm still pretty free during weekends. but oh wells. i am NOT hot-stuff.
OH YES, I FORGOT TO MENTION THAT I CUT MY THUMB PRETTY BADLY YESTERDAY DURING WORK. GOD, IT WAS HURTING SO BADLY THROUGHOUT. CAUSE I CUT IT EVEN BEFORE I STARTED WORK, WHILE I WAS COUNTING THE CASHBOX'S MONEY. AND I ONLY REMEMBERED IT WHEN I WAS ON THE WAY HOME, CAUSE I WAS TYPING SMS REPLIES NON-STOP.
