- disneyland for 5 year olds

" The good person loves people and uses things, while the bad person loves things and uses people. "

- Sydney J. Harris (1917-1986)

I don't understand

I wish I was 4 again.

I had my first crush, on the oreo boy.

He always gave me the creamy part of the cookie.

Its such a pity. We had plans.

Don't disappoint me- but you've already done enough to establish my disappointment in you.
I wish I did not have you.
I wish I did not have to work this hard.
I wish you listened to everything I said.

But it is about everything you do not say.
For I am psychic.
You like to make things difficult, and fail to notice life's simplicities.
You do not like me, and can hardly stand me.
But you are forced to love me.
At least, you have one other person in your life to be proud of.

.

ps: props to matthew for the fuzzy wuzzy test. my friend's adorable plead for me to tell her the answer, was fucking priceless (:

human

How do you gain satisfaction in inconviniencing others?
How do you manage to think so lowly of me when I inconvinience you unintentionally?

How do you long for acknowledgement ,
when you barely notice the little post-its I stick on your mirror every morning?

How do you expect us to grow close,
when all you do is look at me with such disdain everyday?

And how the hell do you even expect us to speak,
when all you do is criticize and pass judgement?

You can't say

We were once like jelly.

Sharing secret hideouts, and possessing secret handshakes.

We'd talk about society's flaws till dawn,

And awake to another one of those good mornings,

Where we then craved for pancakes with strawberries on the side.

But once we ran downstairs,

We did not cringe at the fact that there weren't any pancakes

(neither were there any strawberries),

For we had one another.

And I would not have traded all the pancakes and strawberries in the world,

For our friendship.

Then one day, you left.

With all your insecurities and failed attempts of trying to get hold of something

Better.

Thank you for making me feel like I was part of the team.

Thank you for noticing me.

Thank you for trying to teach me to control my emotions.

But do not do that,

anymore,

because,

I can't stand ironies.

I am happy because I just drank juice.

- gwendolynchiacailindivyajeyabalantriciagekkimchiajhansijeyabalan

tricia: "divya, you have sex hair!"
WE MISS YOU TRICIA.
The girls and I made a pact - to meet up for coffee at least once a week and study . I think it'd be fun, considering the fact that we're getting along much better now. Better than before. Its called, growing up.

I have officially been cut off from the world.
Even the spare phone does not want to co-operate with me.
It actually feels kinda nice
to get away from everything.
but Im afraid I may start to feel more distant from you.
I am so tired, I hardly understand anything I am saying.
but I can't sleep
and I can't run either
because my ankle hurts
I don't even know why.

ps: lahvin if you're reading this, sorry for making you feel so awkward last saturday night haha. my mom hasn't met you in AGES. thus her reaction.I know she talked to you about the scooter racing incident and she told me how wild you were when you were in pre-school. reka was more crazy than you were. hope you enjoyed your party!