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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)
Monday, August 08, 2005
Today was National Day Celebration. I was soaked from the knee right down to the shoes. Can hear the squish squash sound. I was in the bus just about to reach, then the sky cried. Haha. It was raining cats and dogs. I came out of the bus and I was like, 'No way man. I'm so not going to walk in that.' I did in the end. I'm so stupid sometimes. I was about to reach the top when my paper bag decided it wanted to annoy me. It split. It was wet and I was carrying paint. Fabric paint. I stopped at the guard house. They are so nice. They helped me to put all the paint in another bag and closed my umbrella for me. Natalie has good timing. She came not long after I did and helped me. I shouted at Dorothy when I got to class. She was getting on my nerves. I was already angry and she was making my anger worse. She was like being so... so... I dunno. She was being like my brother. I'm the worst off in the world. You must pity me. As if I don't get enough from Michael. I was like, ' Its always about you.' She scowled. I made a face and stormed out of the class. The people inside were shocked. People, the people most unlikely to get angry have the worst tempers. Megan got on my nerves too. I got out of class and went to the bench outside before I cried. I had already said to not take photos of me and she just didn't care. As if I wasn't angry enough. Jie Yi lent me a pair of socks on her account. Thanks Jie. I owe you one.
The concert lifted my spirits a little. I love the song Reach Out For Stars by S Club 7. Participated in the t-shirt design compeition. Jiaping was hoping we don't disgrace the class. Jie and I were in total agreement. My mum's pants didn't make it. It has blotches of blue. Stuffed self with satay, fishballs, a hotdog and curry puffs after we were done with the shirt. Didn't get time to look around. Stupid shirt took too much time.
Charis came over after school. We watched PoA. I watched it for... *counting*... 6 times already and I still like it. :D. We sat around and looked at my family photos. I think I showed too much. My past self is so adorable. Haha. In the recent CNY photos, I wasn't smiling. Charis said I looked like I was pouting. *raises eyebrows* I hate photos. I hate my smile. I avoid mirrors. It doesn't look natural. I can only smile properly if I have happy thoughts or thoughts that I like. :D. Anyway, we talked about private stuff after that. We are quite private people with many dirty little secrets. Haha. I love that song.
_broken_
8:10 pm
T a g b o a r d
A b o u t M e
Cassie
13
17 Feburary
MG
Singapore