blacK solitude

Thursday, November 10, 2005

I. hate. birthdays., and i've just got a reason to hate this one.
My birthday's coming tomorrow....actually, in 1 min time, and i'm not looking forward to it- at all. Eleventh of november. How sucky can it be? Very. I seriously want to die, no, I actually feel dead already.

Today sucks. And tomorrow's gonna be even worse. I just can't understand why all this is happening...I seriously don't know what's wrong, and why he is so angry...but oh well..
Think. Tomorrow's yet another ultimation, on my stupid fifteenth birthday. Sigh, the world's gonna have another case of "girl dying on her fifteenth' birthday". Hope it makes the headlines...naa, i dun really like THAT much publicity...

Wishing me good luck for my birthday....

Where's that damn coffin....eeps, im getting ruder by the minute. Maybe it's the tiringness of awaiting death....

For the people who are going to give away their lives tomorrow together with me- a poem for you:

Sing, like no one's hearing,
Dance, like no one's seeing.
Only then can the sence be portrayed,
Lived, by your own heart's fill.

Imagine,
the way you want it all to be,
Close your eyes,
paint the pictures with your movements,
graceful and pure,

And, Colour
them with your voice,
Clear as the waters of the spring.

Let the passion run wild,
And perform,
Lift your head high, and perform,
Let it be the best it can be.

But even if the show is over,
and regrets are still clearly lain;
Walk down the aisle with your head held up,
never, laid down in shame.

For this is your performance,
not anyone else's-
And the real judge is not them,
but you,--yourself.

And if tears should come,
Let them fall.
For sucess is not without failure,
Embrace your regrets,
and move on...

Lavonia

sharon was alone 11:59 PM

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