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Well if you wanted honesty, that's all you had to say.
I never want to let you down or have you go, it's better off this way.
For all the dirty looks, the photographs your boyfriend took,
Remember when you broke your foot from jumping out the second floor?
I'M NOT OKAY
I'm not okay
I'm not okay
You wear me out
What will it take to show you that it's not the life it seems?
(I'm not okay)
I told you time and time again you sing the words but don't know what it means
(I'm not okay)
To be a joke and look, another line without a hook
I held you close as we both shook for the last time take a good hard look!
I'm not okay
I'm not okay
I'm not okay
You wear me out
Forget about the dirty looks
The photographs your boyfriend took
You said you read me like a book, but the pages all are torn and frayed
I'm okay
I'm okay!
I'm okay, now
(I'm okay, now)
But you really need to listen to me
Because I'm telling you the truth
I mean this, I'm okay!
(Trust Me)
I'm not okay
I'm not okay
Well, I'm not okay
I'm not okay
I'm not okay
I'm not okay
(Okay)
Sunday, June 05, 2005
Dinner wan't so bad... Harry, Ron and Hermione kept me company. At least, my aunts weren't treating me like a kid. They treat me like a kid most of the time. Acyually, they stick their abnormally large noses into my business. Who cares what I'm doing? They can join Dad, my tutor & Michael and form the we-love-annoying-Cassie club. What utter joy. :
Michael finished The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night Time today. And it was bought yesterday...
Speaking of books, I got Dad to sponsor me for Inkwell. I'm reading Witches by Roald Dahl. Michael will only sponsor me for long and boring classics, like Kim by Rudyard Kippling, Sense and Sensiblity by Jane Austen, etc. But the money is good though...
'Two men are under arrest in Britain after allegedly trying to sell a stolen copy of the latest "Harry Potter" novel.', quoted from MSNBC. O...k... is all I have to say.
Don't call me tomorrow, at least in the morning and early afternoon. Won't be at home. Call at night. Sending Michael to NUS camp at Science Centre (sadly, it is a day camp...). Then going to Grandma's, Mum is going to help around in her house. Can't stay at home... Mum says no. She says she'll be gone long and wants me to help her at Grandma's... Wanna use the com... Oh well... I ain't got a choice, have I?
Mum won't be around on Thursday and Friday... Yay!!! Sadly, Michael is at home... So can't use the com... I just realized I'm addicted to the com... Usually, I couldn't give a shit about the com. But now, I keep wanting to use it. Everyday. Probably cause of MSN and blogs... :) Haha...
*Yawn* I'm so tired. Going to sleep now...
_broken_
10:39 pm
T a g b o a r d
A b o u t M e
Cassie
13
17 Feburary
MG
Singapore