Happiest days never last, they merely make up for the agonizing labor ahead. Happy days are never real, a facade of hope and trust that will soon be torn away. Why are we tortured? Given a hope and a dream that one can never reach but taught to believe they can do anything. We are simple minded creatures, unaware of the sadness cicling us. We set ourselves up for despair and broken hearts, yet gaze in wonder as the world comes crashing down around us. We won't believe, we can't believe, until we're torn apart.

To cry

with tear stained faces

and flood away my memories

in a lonely world

of nothing but a facade

of hope and trust

who could blame me?

to cry

lost in glory

and wandering through chambers

of an incomplete heart

a broken heart

who could blame?

to cry

like i've been torn apart

dreaming of sorrowful wishes

you all blame me.

Hey! i had the worst day ever today. i was out monday as you all know cause i was sick. when i got back my group who i was doing a project with had presented. i had sent my portion over the internet thursday, or at least i believed i did. the message had successfully sent but it never reached her. so they ended up doing my part and were all pissed at me. i explained and we forgave eachother for being mad, if a bit reluctantly. then i found out i'd have to do the project all over again by monday then present. thats two projects i have to do monday know.

on a happier note, my bestest friend Katie went on a fireld trip saturday and got me a present. A GAARA KEYCHAIN! She's so awesome now i have to give her something special for christmas ^_^