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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, July 10, 2005
So many people online... Added a few people through that GB email thing. Haha... Cherie and Charmian are so forgetful. Both huh-ed when I asked what time we meet on Sat. So WHEN are we meeting?
Some people want an explaination for the lyrics. And now, with the links, more is needed. The reason I used this skin is 'cause it's cool and 'cause I couldn't find one to welcome HBP. All the skins on Blog Skins not related. So I used this and Made it as HP-ish as possible. There. You happy, Charis?
I decided not to tell anyone. So, Kat, you don't have to check your locker. It'll be my little secret. It's very stupid, actually. I'm fine, Charis, don't worry. Yes, I know it'll be a burden. But this is not the first time. History enjoys repeating itself. I say it when the time is right.
Not much this week. A few highlights but other then that it was a dull week.
Miss Kunalan, ... Sorry. Mrs Thomsett showed us her wedding photos. She married a British, which Charis stressed loudly. Whatever, Ms Fan! I'm a little biased to the British, so sue me. Her husband looks so old. He's 40 over and Mrs Thomsett, 30 over. She look very pretty. But doesn't everyone on their wedding day?
I received a letter from someone. I thought Charis was joking. It's her 2nd nature to do so. Interesting letter. More like, interesting language. Stop smirking, Charis.
GB Day tommorow. Decided to leave my hair out. Getting Dot to plait for me. Changing in school.
_broken_
8:52 pm
T a g b o a r d
A b o u t M e
Cassie
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17 Feburary
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